Plus, it’s been great to enjoy the wilderness with just my own eyes. No critique. No judgment. Just me, and good company, in the wilderness. Nothing to prove to nobody.
It felt good.
But it’s tough. I really like to take pictures. I enjoy looking at them later; reminiscing. For art. For memories. And occasionally to swing mine around too.
Had the chance yet again to hunt with some fine folks. Takers? Hooligans? Fancy free liberals? Shoot no…them’s is good people.
Looks flat? It AINT!

Who the hell needs that damn Chukar organization when you have springs like these?

He might not be a yellow lab, but variety is the spice of life. All’s I need is a dead, burnt cedar and some italicized Italian wording and I’d have me pic worth suing over!

Swingin’ it. Don’t let it hit ya in the face.











