The Outdoor Edge

Just about all outdoor men and women have a few, favorite items they've kept over the years, things that for one reason or another, seem to hang around for a long time.  There are reasons for this. First, the item is obviously useful. Secondly, it has been made well, and has been able to endure the ravages of countless treks afield....
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We’d just arrived at Lower Klamath and Tulelake. It was a waterfowler’s paradise. There were thousands of ducks and geese. It was cold, the skies were cloudy, and the wind was steadily increasing. The stage was set for a great hunt. Roger and I were giddy with excitement. Our first draw at the Tulelake check station was a space blind --...
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Like many waterfowlers, I’ve been around hunting dogs as long as I can remember. More than likely, when I came home from the hospital as a newborn, there was a hunting dog of some sort riding with me and my mother in the back of my grandfather’s 38 Plymouth sedan. The first hair to grace my bald, infant scalp was...
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On occasion, during the advance of old age, practicality and common sense meet up with reality. No doubt about it. It's a beautiful thing. During my 74 years, I've covered countless fields, hills, dales, bogs, and marshes for over five decades with a scattergun. I might argue that with  age and experience, I have earned the credibility of a tenured, silver-haired,...
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My son, Cody, and I recently went on a duck hunt to Alaska. We flew out of Sacramento, California on October 1st and landed in Anchorage, Alaska, where we rented a car and drove north for 45 minutes to Wasilla, the town where our guide, Mike Robinson, was waiting for us. Posted along the highway were large signs warning of the...
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