Thursday, December 29, 2011

ANDY'S LATEST ARTICLE, "WINTER ECLIPSE," IN THE BACKCOUNTRY JOURNAL


Darby, the Pointing Wonder Lab.

Seasons' Greetings! I'm excited to report that my latest article, "Winter Eclipse," is now available for viewing on The Backcountry Journal website, which is the brain child of Ben Smith. Kudos to Ben for the quality of writing and photography that has already graced this fairly new project. It's an honor to be a part of it. This is my second article published The Backcountry Journal.

Below is a little teaser from the intro of "Winter Eclipse" to pique your interest:

Winter in Idaho feels like lock down to me. I realize the calendar says that Winter does not officially start until December 20th, but try telling that to Ol’ Man Winter. Come November, he already rules over Idaho with a frigid, iron fist. As an outdoorsman, Idaho becomes a frozen landscape during this harsh season and days suitable for fishing and hunting become few and far between. I’ve written before that me and Winter are not friends, but mere acquaintances.


Despite the icy grip that Winter holds on the uplands, hunting seasons are still open and, due to the fact that the autumn flies by so quickly, I’m not ready to hang up the hunting vest for the year just yet. My restless dogs still yearn for more days afield too. So I try to brave the elements and make a few attempts at hunting in December and January, mostly unsuccessful.


This past weekend, a friend and hunting companion, Matt Lucia, and I planned a hunt for valley quail in Western Idaho. In order to get in a day’s worth of hunting, we would have to leave Pocatello at 4:00 a.m. The news predicted the coming of a lunar eclipse starting at 5:45, so Matt and I were in perfect position to have some entertainment as we made our way across Idaho that early morning. . . .


To read more follow this LINK.


I am sure that the followers of Upland Equations will appreciate The Backcountry Journal. Be sure and check it out!







Wednesday, December 21, 2011

ANDREW WAYMENT'S ARTICLE, "DREAMIN' ABOUT BOB" IN SHOTGUN LIFE

Greetings fellow Bird Hunters!

I wanted to quickly share a link to my most recent article, "Dreamin' About Bob," which was published today in the online magazine, Shotgun Life. This magazine is an excellent resource for you bird hunters and shotgun aficionados. I highly recommend it!

For those of you who are already sick of the cold and snow this winter, this article about bobwhite hunting in Kansas may provide some escape. Here's the link: http://www.shotgunlife.com/wingshooting/wingshooting/dreamin-about-bob.html. I hope the followers of Upland Equations have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! Thanks for all of your support.

Remember: The Birds are Just the Bonus!

Saturday, December 17, 2011

MY SOUVENIRS



Hope on the Horizon.

What are the true prizes that you take home from a hunt? At the end of the day, what are the things that you really cherish? Is it the birds harvested? Is it the thrill of the dog’s point, flush and shot? For sure, these things are a big part of what keeps us coming back for more year after year. But for me, there’s something else. Every time we go afield, each of us take home a few souvenirs, if you will. Here’s a few that I gathered from a sharptail hunt with my eight year old son, Thomas, and good friend, Matt Lucia this past October.

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As the sun arises, Tommy and I sit patiently in the car waiting for Matt to arrive. Meanwhile, we talk, laugh, and gag over our stinky, old beloved dog, Sunny. We text Matt that sitting in the car with Sunny is “like eating a crap sandwich.” Despite the pitiful entertainment, we are hopeful for the day. I take a picture of the horizon with my iPhone and post it on facebook with the label: “Hope on the Horizon.” For it feels like it’s going to be one of those days.


There's nothing like a rising sun in October.

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Matt and his Lab, Darby, veer to the west in pursuit of a bird that staggered at Matt’s shot. Tommy and I stay on the rounded ridge top hoping to find our own birds. Lo and behold, two sharptail breeze past us at seventy-five yards and drop into a food plot. I know right where they are. With a tough start to the bird hunting season―both in bird numbers and in shooting―my heart instantly pounds in my chest with nervous excitement. One of the pair rises out of range, but its companion jumps nearby and I determinedly shoot, the bird falters, and I follow up with a solid shot. The monkey is off my back! Sunny makes her first retrieve of the year. The GSP pup, Brandy, is so excited she tries to steal the retrieve, but Sunny will have none of it. Even when the grouse is secure in the bag, the pup stands on her hind legs and sticks her nose in my old, stained Filson bag sucking in the scent of her new-found passion.


Two young pups: Tommy and Brandy. Brandy gets a noseful of her first bird.

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We stop temporarily at the truck to water the dogs. We try to keep them out of the deer gut pile that lies alongside the road. As I take a knee and fill the water bowl for Sunny and Misty, Matt says, “Andy, What’s in your pup’s mouth?” I look up and immediately in front of my face is Brandy with some things dangling from her mouth. Instantly recognizing the fury package before me, I yell, “SICK! . . . BALLS!” Brandy has located her own souvenirs from the deer gut pile. Matt and Tommy have a good chuckle at our expense.

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One particular hill that we work along is loaded with sharptail sign. The dogs get noticeably birdy and Misty locates and flushes a group of 10 to 20 almost out of range. To no avail, I unload my over and under in their general direction. The birds fly uphill near a brushy hillside shaped like a crescent moon. We think we know right where they are, but we've been wrong before.

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The wind blows steady now, which is not a good recipe for sharptail hunting. Matt and I look long and hard for the sharptail covey, but can’t seem to locate them. Tommy follows Matt and talks his ear off the whole time. I decide to try one final overlooking another smaller, brushy belt. I soon lose sight of Matt and Tommy, and yell, “MATT!” to try and get their attention. Right at that time, the elusive sharptails take to wing and head for Wyoming. There goes our chances, I murmur to myself.

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My three dogs and I start to make the long trek back to the vehicles. The wind is blowing strong enough now that I realize the hunt is just about over. Sunny thinks otherwise. Although arthritis has slowed her down―so much so that watching her work is sometimes akin to watching grass grow―her love and drive for the hunt has not dimmed one iota. She is all heart! I love that about her. There’s absolutely no question she is working a bird so I try to stay close. Sure enough, the bird flushes in range giving me an easy straightaway and Sunny is on the bird almost as quickly as it hits the ground. With that gleam in her eye, it’s like she is the energetic pup all over again. At that moment, I feel so much gratitude for the day and its bounties that I take a knee and offer up a prayer of thanks.

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There you have it. These are my souvenirs that I gathered from this special October hunt, the mental pictures and memories that I have stored up for when Winter sets in, in earnest. When the snow flies and the hunting seasons close, I will bring out these treasures and relive them once again in my mind. These souvenirs, and many others from numerous days afield, are precious to me. I would not trade them for anything.

Here's a few more souvenirs from this hunt.

Sunday, December 4, 2011

GEORGE WASHINGTON: WHAT WAS HE FISHING FOR?

Here at Upland Equations, we love history, especially early American history. In particular, George Washington is one of my heroes. I believe he was one of the greatest and noblest men of his day, or of any time for that matter. As a student of history, I have always been fascinated by crucial role he played in the Revolutionary War, the Constitutional Convention, and the founding our great nation.


George Washington fox hunting in Virginia.

I’ve been doing some research for an article on bird-hunting presidents and found a book entitled, George Washington, Sportsman: From His Own Journals, by John C. Phillips. This book contains all of the journal entries of our first president regarding his outdoor sporting adventures. Many know that Washington was a diehard fox hunter and that he bred his own dogs for this endeavor, but it is not general knowledge that he participated in numerous other outdoor pursuits, but more on that in my forthcoming article. Stay tuned!

In the Introduction to the book, Phillips stated: “These journals are in a sense disappointing because the daily happenings were set down in the briefest space and the coldest manner. There could have been no thought that others would ever value these records, they were simply for the convenience of the writer . . . .” Phillips is correct about the briefness and coldness of the entries of the journal, but a good historian always tries to dig a little deeper and read between the lines.

With that thought in mind, I found something very intriguing in this book. By way of background, during the Summer of 1787, George Washington served as the president of the Constitutional Convention in Philadelphia while the delegates from the states attempted to create a new form of government that was by the people and for the people. This endeavor proved to be no easy task because of the different circumstances, mentality and prejudices of the men from the various states. In fact, the only thing that the delegates seemed to agree upon was their admiration for their leader, Washington. Things became so dire at one point that Benjamin Franklin called upon the delegates of the convention to have daily prayer.

From Washington’s Journals, I learned that he was able to get away for a few days of fishing during an adjournment of the Convention at the end of July and beginning of August, 1787. Upon reading this, my first impression was surprise that he would go fishing at such a time. Moreover, of all the places, Washington picked two places very significant to the Revolutionary War: Valley Forge and Trenton. If you recall, Valley Forge was where the suffering American Continental Army wintered during the Winter of 1777/1778. Circumstances were so precarious that harsh winter because the troops lacked adequate food, clothing and supplies. Many of the troops became ill and died. Washington continually pleaded to the Continental Congress for supplies. It was during this harsh winter that it is reported that Washington was observed praying fervently in the woods for his troops and for the cause of freedom.


"Washington Crossing the Delaware," by Emanuel Leutze. These are the times that try men's souls. This may be one of the most important Christmases in U.S. History.

Trenton, New Jersey, was the target the night Washington and the bedraggled troops crossed the Delaware River on Christmas of 1776 during a complete blizzard. On December 23, 1776, Washington gathered the troops and had read to them the timeless words of Thomas Paine’s “The Crisis”: “These are the times that try men’s souls. The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of their country, but he that stands it now, deserves the love and thanks of man and woman.” The troops were inspired by those powerful words and the password for the desperate venture of marching on Trenton was: “Victory or death.”

"The American Crisis," by Thomas Paine.

The morning of December 26, 1776, the small Continental Army attacked the German Dragoons stationed in Trenton with fierce swiftness quickly subduing its opponent. When it was reported to Washington that the enemy had fully surrendered, he exclaimed, “Major Wilkinson, this is a glorious day for our country!” This proved to be the victory necessary to rally the Revolution and to inspire the troops to continue to support the cause of freedom. In short, Valley Forge and Trenton are two places where Washington faced some of his most difficult challenges and overcame them.

With that background in mind, here are the journal entries regarding his return to fish these historical places the summer of the Constitution Convention:

Monday, [July 30, 1787]. In a company with Mr. Govr. Morris’ and in his Phaeton with my horses, went up to one, Jane Moore’s, [in whose house we lodged] in the vicinity of Valley Forge to get Trout.

Tuesday, [July 31, 1787]. Whilst Mr. Morris was fishing, I rid over the [whole] old Cantonment of the American [Army] of the Winter, 1777 and 8, visited all the Works, wch. were in Ruins; and the Incampments in woods where the grounds had not been cultivated.


On my Return to Mrs. Moore’s I found Mr. Robt. Morris and his lady there. [Spent the day there fishing &ca and lodged at the same place].


Friday, [August 3, 1787]. In company with Mr. Robt. Morris and his Lady, and Mr. Gouvr. Morris I went up to Trenton on another Fishing party. [Dined and] Lodged at Colo. Sam Ogden’s at the Trenton Works. In the Evening fished, not very successfully.


Saturday, [August 4, 1787]. In the morning, and between breakfast and dinner, fished again with more success (for perch) than yesterday. . . .


On the surface, these passages simply describe Washington going fishing; some may argue nothing more, nothing less. But why did he go fishing during this critical time in our nation’s history. Why does anyone really go fishing for that matter? And why did he choose to fish these specific places? Was it just to catch a few fish? While these entries show nothing of what Washington thought or felt while he fished these hallowed grounds, one can imagine the peace and strength he gathered from revisiting the locations themselves and reflecting on the memories of the events that transpired there. It is now over two hundred years later, and I still get goosebumps just thinking about them. Perhaps this is why Washington came back to Valley Forge and Trenton, to seek strength and resolve to forge ahead with the creation of a completely new form of government, “the greatest experiment.” Washington himself would later call the Constitution and its ratification “little short of a miracle.”

With this history in mind, my question to the readers is this: Was Washington’s “fishing” trip to Valley Forge and Trenton that summer just a mindless outdoor excursion or did it serve a much deeper purpose for him? I’ll let you decide for yourselves.