A Few More Thoughts on Cranes

I have eaten crane (not mine) and it was wonderful. They are grain eaters and don’t taste fishy as most of those others that Julie mentions, such as herons, are alleged to– more like fine roast beef. They are also wary and difficult. Actually few hunt them, and those that do know they are good …

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Projectiles

In days past, black powder and especially bow hunters were the most careful of all. Most were “naturalist” hunters, and had the ability to stalk close as well as the discipline not to take a shot that was less than perfect. Now, with a lot more time open for bowhunters and the availability of modern- …

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Morning Run– Sunday

When we have been to busy to go out more than a couple of times a week, like now, our hounds get pretty rowdy. Plummer barks and the tazis “sing” all the way to Lee’s. This AM we went to the ranch. It is finally getting cooler. They chased one cottontail which immediately went down …

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Nature Morte

The phrase is used for “Still Life” in French, though it has other obvious connotations, I went out with the 16 bore but without a dog yesterday, in a brief work break, to try to bag a cottontail for dinner. I though the doves had mostly left “downhill” to the Rio but a flock rose …

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Phil Drabble

Richard, a commentor below, was kind enough to tell us of this obit for Phil Drabble Drabble was an old- fashioned naturalist, conservationist, and hunter of the kind we may not be breeding anymore. He kept lurchers and pigeons and hawks, and wrote books like A Weasel in my Meatsafe, Badgers at my Window, and …

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The eagle film

I have had about twenty people send me this so thought I should just post it myself. Below is a typical response from me: It is a trained golden taking a roe deer at the annual meet at Opocno in the Czech Republic. They take them as easily as a Goshawk takes a hare. The …

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Buffalo Poem

Tom McIntyre sends this great Yoruba poem (song?) on Cape Buffalo. The buffalo is the deaththat makes a child climb a thorn tree.When the buffalo dies in the forestthe head of the household is hiding in the roof. When the hunter meets the buffalohe promises never to hunt again.He will cry out: “I only borrowed …

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Real Hunting…

… and otherwise. On Henry Chappell’s Home Range, he takes us out for a few days of old- fashioned East Texas hunting, fishing, and eating— bream fishing with bait, squirrel hunting with dogs, night hunting for raccoons. This is hunting- gathering as a life. Good pics too! On the (very) other hand, Dave Petzal, the …

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