Twas the Night before Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring EXCEPT that darn mouse.
It chewed and it rustled so to...
The Case of the Disappearing Deer
I like magic. Oh I know in my head there is no such thing as pure magic; that all magic tricks involve some sort...
Sounds from a Deer Blind
Windy days during deer season can be excruciating, but I’d rather hunt deer on a morning with a least a stiff breeze as opposed...
Happy Fiftieth Anniversary, Deer Season
Having grown up in Ohio, a state seemingly filled with deer in every nook and cranny, I always took for granted that deer and...
The Falconer’s Apprentices
The pile of trash and junk contained remnants of what had once been the vulture nursery I’ve written about before plus a couple old...
Then there was Bob
We had stopped at the Atrium Hotel in Hutchinson where the North American Falconry Association (NAFA) national field meet was in full swing. We...
The Cat in the Trap
One of Dr Suess’ best stories is “The Cat in the Hat.” I have my own version of that story, so set back and...
Survival of the Fastest
A while back I wrote about the influx of hawks into Kansas this time of year. I told about watching hawks following combines through...
Getting Permission should be your Mission
One particular landowner who has allowed me to trap for several years always asks me where on his land I will be trapping, and...
By the Light of the Rutting Moon
Given the time of the year and the fact that I just traded for a much nicer pickup, I can’t help but think about...