Carving an Upland Niche

"As an upland jack of all trades, my setters have adapted to a variety of situations, most of which (exception = chukar) they handle well, but there is something to be said for those who carve a niche on a particular quarry." Primarily a pheasant hunter, I fell victim to an affair with California quail,... Continue Reading →

Seven Years a Bird Dog Dad

I moved to the southeast Washington State in 2011 shortly after finishing graduate school. It was the first time I had lived in pheasant country. That fall, I harvested my first two roosters thanks to an old yellow lab who was flushing for hunters that happened to pull into the same parking spot at the... Continue Reading →

Time, Birds and Faith

New blog post up @uplander_lifestyle! ・・・ Training your own bird dog can be a daunting task - especially for the first time owner. Always remember though, a great bird dog takes 3 simple ingredients - Regardless of your training regime and techniques - Time, Birds and a little bit of Faith. In our latest Uplander... Continue Reading →

Anticipate the Flush

Every bird dog has its own style with nuances that tell a different story in a variety of hunting situations. In this post, I explain the subtleties in the posture and eyes of my oldest Llewellin setter, Finn. What has your pointing dog been telling you over the years? Give it a read at Uplander... Continue Reading →

God Loves a Pointing Dog

Obnoxiously loud, the alarm clock shattered a peaceful sleep. I awoke to another day off, but Ali had commitments at the office. Working through the morning routine, I slipped into a tee-shirt, stumbled into the kitchen, and ground some fresh beans for the pot. The cats squawked for breakfast as the pups stretched and shook... Continue Reading →

An Ounce of Prevention

The Backstory Yuba sat trembling atop my lap, peering out the back of the cabin as the 225 horsepower Yamaha outboard thrust the North River Seahawk onto plane. The night brought freezing rain and wet snow, but the morning was dawning beautifully; the Snake River meandering its way between fog banks under a pink cotton... Continue Reading →

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