Readers may recall that in many of my past columns I have mentioned the old Gilbreath Brothers commercial duck hunting club that was located northwest of Wasco for many years.
If you are reading this column this morning, I hopefully am out in the field with my two sons, Mark and Steve, and other friends trying to bag a limit of doves.
Last week I wrote about jump shooting on ditches and canals. Today, let's talk about building stakes and netting blinds on these same waterways. They are easy, quick, and inexpensive to construct, and a proven method of taking quality ducks, mostly mallards.
This coming fall will be my 65th season hunting waterfowl. During all of those years I have had the pleasure of taking some great trips around the country, and out of the country.
Readers may recall that my column last Friday was about a recent hunting trip I took to New Zealand. It had an abrupt end because I failed to note that it was just the start of a two week story. I apologize for that.
About 25 years ago, when I went to film a hunt in Canada for the first time, my guide Brent mentioned to me that he had heard that there was "no limit" Canada goose hunting in New Zealand. For all the years since that time, I had thought about trying to arrange a hunt in the so-called "Down …
A couple of years after Steve Merlo and I returned from chasing the giant Canada geese in Saskatchewan, he called me and said he had found another place that supposedly had a few giants. It was a small lake just a mile from downtown Rochester, Minn.
I remember bagging my first duck back in 1952 on my uncle’s duck pond he was leasing from the Gilbreath Brothers commercial club in the area northwest of Wasco.
Before getting into today’s column, I would just like to thank Zach Ewing and the sports staff at The Californian for the coverage they allowed me three weeks ago for the story about my breaking the first 400x400 in skeet shooting history. I was really amazed that morning when I opened my pa…
Wow! Fifty years. Half a century. I am getting old. I still have a very keen memory of the last target I needed to become the first person in skeet shooting history to break a perfect 400 x 400. I was really grateful.
A few weeks ago I wrote a column about the Pacific Black Brant, a sea goose that inhabits the coastal range of western America. Since that time I have been thinking about a couple of add-on stories that might interest you.
My readers may recall a few weeks ago, when I wrote about trap shooting, that back in the 1800s passenger pigeons were used as targets for a while. I quoted an excerpt from the book “The Silent Sky” about John J. Audubon seeing a flock of more than 1 billion birds pass over him for three day…
In my Feb. 10 column about shooting sports, I went over the basics of trap and skeet shooting. Today, let’s get into sporting clays. This activity has become one of the most popular clay-target events in the country.
Last November, I received a call from my friend Brad Peters, who invited me to a charity pheasant hunt he was going on out in the northwest toward Shafter.
I have often wondered how many duck hunters from the Central Valley head over to Morro Bay not realizing they are visiting one of the prime waterfowl areas on the California coast. The bay is home to a large number of ducks most hunters have never seen, including scaup, mergansers, bufflehea…
Just when I was trying to get over the loss of one of my closest friends for 40 years, Steve Merlo, I lost another one two weeks ago. Jordan “Turk” Eliades was my algebra teacher at North High School. During the fall of my senior year, he and I discovered we had something in common ... pheas…
Fog. Dense fog. Dense Tule fog. If you’ve lived in Bakersfield as long as I have, you know what I am referring to. Can’t-see-across-the-street-in-the-morning fog.
After the recent death of my hunting partner for 40 years and close friend Steve Merlo, I hope I get a chance to repay for all the great stories he wrote about our times together.