I love gun dogs, which means I wouldn’t walk a pheasant or quail field or sit in a blind without one. Dogs make every hunt. On some days they cast perfectly and handle every bird with ease. On others ...

IKE HAD A BROTHER NAMED IKE. He was born of grouse hunting stock in southeast Ohio. My friend Randy had promised me the generous gift of a tall, spotted setter with a big head and droopy lips, “like a ...

Lokie hops out of the truck and, nose to the ground, hustles through the sagebrush searching for the scent of a bird. The small black lab has already made her morning run in the dog trials. This ...