By Nick Simonson The whir of wings on the far side of the stand of pines caught my attention as my hardworking lab sniffed out the row’s only resident.  From the sound and the urgency, I guessed it was a pheasant as we had put three hens up on the walk down the valley, before...

By Nick Simonson With the completion of the archery deer hunting season coinciding with the end of the calendar year, avid hunters have hung up their bows and stashed their camo in scent-proof containers. Whether successful or not behind the scope or the peep sight this autumn, they have already begun planning for next year’s...