A brisk northwesterly wind swept across the yucca and cholla-choked plains of Southeastern Colorado as my hunting partner’s cherished pointer searched for aromatic affirmation that there were birds in the neighboring environs. The pointer gracefully… 
My very best quail dog suddenly became labored in her breathing not long after the close of a great upland bird season. After examining her and osculating her chest, I had determined that the appropriate…
The lean white and lemon pointer soared across the Canadian prairie searching for that mesmerizing fragrance of chicken. Her gait was elegance-in-motion as she rolled across the wheat stubble with her massive muscles quivering and…
