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FeedThe Season Finale
Covey upon covey at Wild Wing Lodge
Gary Hubbell
One of the ironies of being a professional hunting guide is that you never seem to get enough days to hunt. Our season begins in early May with trail clearing and the first horseback rides of the summer, segues into lots of day rides and pack trips through the summer vacation, and once the last hunting camps have been dug out of November snowdrifts and packed away, it's Thanksgiving and I'm completely exhausted.
My bird dogs stand in the kennels, tails wagging, remembering the great days of scenting blue grouse and ptarmigan in September but wondering when the heck we're going to go pheasant or quail hunting. This past fall, by the time everything was said and done, I had hunted three days for mule deer and five days for pheasants with my boys. It was not enough.
My bird dogs stand in the kennels, tails wagging, remembering the great days of scenting blue grouse and ptarmigan in September but wondering when the heck we're going to go pheasant or quail hunting. This past fall, by the time everything was said and done, I had hunted three days for mule deer and five days for pheasants with my boys. It was not enough.
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