The 67th annual Kern County Sportsman's Night Dinner was held 10 days ago at Hodel's banquet room with almost 400 attendees.
Readers may recall in my last column about fly fishing, I mentioned that my son Mark has started to take an interest in fishing.
Most readers know that I have never claimed to be a fisherman. Most of my recreational time growing up went to waterfowl in the fall and winter, and skeet shooting during the spring and summer.
During all the years I was shooting competition skeet during the 1960s and 70s, I had heard about a great shoot that was held every year in Chicago called the Great Western.
Some of you older readers may remember me when I worked for Vince Clerou running the gun department at Clerou's sporting goods store on downtown 18th street.
Where does time go? The older I get, the faster it goes by. It seems like only a few months ago that I was shooting the dove opening day with two of my sons, and one grandson.
Back in 1972 I had recently sold my tire store on the Garces circle and was in-between occupations. For years I had thought about giving shooting lessons across the country, so I decided this would be a good time to try.
With most of the regular hunting seasons over for the year, it's time to take a look at the newest updates from the California Department of Fish and Wildlife.
Readers will recall last Saturday's column when I wrote about a trip to Alaska taken some years ago with some great hunting companions. I decided to let each of them tell about one of the highlights of the hunt, in their own words.
If any of you readers have ever been to the Rabobank Arena for an event, I'm sure you noticed the huge display for the Bob Elias Kern County Sports Hall of Fame in one of the hallways.
Readers may remember me mentioning in a past column about the times I was in high school and would leave after school on Friday and head out to hunt waterfowl the next morning north of Sacramento on one of the refuges in that area.
A few days before opening day of the waterfowl season a few weeks ago, my son Steve and I drove up to my hunt area to start water into the duck club I share with hunting partner Joe Covello.
A few years ago on one of my trips filming in Canada, a group of hunters were discussing hunting techniques after dinner one evening. One of the guys, Bob, mentioned that he rarely could bag a "triple" when hunting ducks and geese....a triple being able to bring down three birds with three c…
Over the past few months since I started writing columns, I have mentioned a lot of great places that I was fortunate enough to travel to with good friends and videotape the hunts: Canada quite a few times. Argentina and Mexico for waterfowl, doves and deer. And a number of terrific spots ar…
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.