Our Ground and Our Responsibilites to Guard It

Some of my fellows think those of us who keep pushing to maintain and protect public access to our public ground are simply wasting our time. Case in point: the last First Friday Art Walk, and a conversation I had with a couple homeys.  Somewhere in there, I no doubt...

Shade Grown and Our Neotropical Song Birds

The Old Man called it “mud.”  To Uncle Ed it was “Joe,” and to Aunt Evy, it was Java.  They all agreed, however, on the use of “cuppa,” and about as close as any of them got to its origins was “Hawaiian,” “Columbian” or “mountain grown.”  Today, we enjoy our “coffee”...

All about the Mule Deer of Paradise

Deborah Essman, Arvilla Ohlde and I spent Tuesday in a hearing room in Mount Vernon, with a hundred of our new best friends.  Senator Kirk Pearson was chairing a Senate Natural Resources & Parks Committee work/study session on subjects near and dear to our hearts...

About Ethics, Perseverence and Getting Help

I enjoy a good hunting story.  That generally involves a fair amount of hunter effort, a deep respect for the quarry, a clean shot and meat made for a family.  Under five percent of the time, in my experience, something in there goes awry, and we get to see how well...

Something about Pheasants and Pheasant Hunting

There is something about being afield with pheasants that changes us—that gives us a new sense of ourselves and the world around us. Tomorrow, 19 October, is our pheasant opener.  I shall not partake in this one, but look forward to the opener the James Gang...