Description For a traveling bird hunter, October is heaven on Earth.
Puppies grow up, and old dogs die, but the yearning and restlessness never leave until that glorious month of October..
You will feel the wind, hear the exploding flush, smell the prairie, see the sunset, and taste sweet victory in the win.
He will take you west to Montana and Arizona, north to Michigan and Wisconsin, and south to Georgia.
He tells the stories of coveys flushing, roosters cackling, quail running, shotguns, family, and even one unlucky yard chicken.
He takes us through the years and the dogs.
Every fall, he turns his truck north and west to match wits with grouse, pheasant, quail, and Chukar.
He is a story-teller, dog trainer, wingshooter, and wandering bird dog man.
It\'s Randy\'s favorite month.
Description For a traveling bird hunter, October is heaven on Earth
