In mid-March, I was driving out in Burton when I saw two male ring-necked pheasants engaged in a battle in the middle of the road. The sun had set, and it was getting dark, but I was able to get a few ...

Before I ever owned a gun dog, I walked up pheasants on the family farm by myself. While I wouldn’t go back to hunting without a dog, I remember the special thrill of dogless hunting: there’s no ...