Hunting

Hunting

I grew up in a fairly large family. There were seven of us and during “deer season” we were divided into two camps; the hunters and the hypocrites. My sisters and I were in the hypocrite camp. Mom actually was a hunter and a fabulous wild game cook, which was a principle reason the remainder of the females ended up labeled by my brother as hypocrites. You see, though my sisters and I claimed we did not like the idea of hunting, none of us...
Abundance of Recreation and NatureSituated directly on the Adirondack Coast, on Lake Shore Road about half way between the hamlets of Westport and Essex, is an unusual site - a remarkable playground for any outdoor enthusiast. There is a plethora of outdoor experiences and recreational opportunities to be had all in one place, rather a one-stop “shopping mall” for nature lovers. This site has everything: history, water, views, cliffs, forest,...
            The other day, my friends and I were checking out what some birders call the Magic Triangle, just north of Westport.  We poked around along a series of hedgerows and fields, finding good sized flocks of red-winged blackbirds, yellow-rumped warblers and white-throated sparrows, but not much else.  We chatted with a couple deer hunters who were returning empty handed, and...
We were a mess.Both Steve and I were hacking and coughing, suffering the lasting effects of a spring cold. I was still wrestling with a pulled back muscle having had to lift our 65 pound yellow Lab up the steps several days before.The last place you would think you would find us was in theturkey woods.But it was opening day. Nothing stops you on opening day.The hills around our Elizabethtown home have provided many a good day in the woods. And...
Some of my serious deer-hunting friends – and it seems as if that's the only kind I have – have yet to stop thinking about big bucks, even though the season has been over for darn near two months now. It's really a year-round obsession for those guys, and I should understand that completely, since I'm the same way with turkeys.But while I fritter away the time until the spring gobbler season opens doing things like playing with my inventory of...
When you have a hunting dog it's easy to rationalize that you actually have to hunt quite often, that you owe it to your canine companion to head afield as much as possible and have something bordering on a moral obligation to, in my case, pursue pheasants at any cost, even when it means shirking responsibilities associated with work, home and – in extreme cases – family.Our Labrador retriever, Ben, who passed away earlier this year after 16...
Sometimes lost in the whitetail frenzy of the fall and early winter, small-game hunting is still alive and well in the Adirondacks. In fact, it's all I do, although I am toying with the idea of picking up a rifle for deer season next year.For now, and through Feb. 28, it's pheasants for me. I'll hunt them regularly – not always bringing something home, but having fun nonetheless. It's been tough the past few years, since losing our best pheasant...