A Wonderful Fall

I hunted the first 15 days of the season before I took a break, but couldn’t relax on my first day off because I felt like I was missing something.

Now, at the end of November, I still feel the same way, like I’m missing something if I take a day off.

It all goes by so quickly. Big game season ends this weekend. Antelope is already over. Same with sage grouse.

Upland bird runs through the first of the year, and I’ll go out at every opportunity, but it, too, will be over before you know it.

It seems a long time ago that I dropped that first sharptail, a bird my old dog Jem fetched up for me. He...