It’s the tension, three-toed tracks by the waterhole and a single hidden in the bunchgrass.
It’s the ache you feel in your muscles, a blur of wings and the thump of the gun.
If there’s one great ‘everyman’s hunt’ left in these United States, where a hunter can walk his own (public) ground for miles, it’s in pursuit of the Himalayan import called the chukar. All it takes is a shotgun, a bird dog and a pair of boots. But there’s a lot to learn about what makes these birds tick.