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Remembering the Quail Championship Invitational (1996 through 2006)

November 25, 2021 | Quail Championship Invitational, Remembrances | Comments
Reading John Russell’s splendid new book, The Invitational Champions, has brought back precious memories of the eleven years it was my privilege to report the trial at Paducah. My invitation to report came from John after my first report of the Florida Championship in 1995. I had attended the trial at Paducah as a spectator briefly in 1993 when Silver Bullett won his second crown, no Runner-Up. Read more

Sibling Heirs

November 15, 2021 | Ben Reach, Short Stories | Comments
Ben and Sam never ceased to wonder at the venom sibling heirs often held for one another. Ben often quoted his mother, “About the only place you see brotherly love is in the Bible.” Sam had a theory, “Sibling discord springs most often from spousal discord. If kids witness fights between their parents, they are likely to fight one another. And the worst happens when parents play young children off against one another or use them as pawns in parental disagreements.” Read more

The Cadillac Farm

November 2, 2021 | Bird Dogs, Other Things, Remembrances | Comments
I met Joe Prince November 14, 1973, introduced by his brother David, a life insurance salesman seeking prospect referrals from me, a 35-year-old lawyer doing estate planning in Richmond, Virginia. Joe was a grain farmer in Sussex County, forty miles south of Richmond at the village of Stony Creek. But Joe’s claim to fame was as a quail hunter of a special kind, the kind every city-bound quail hunter longs to have as a friend. Read more

The Curse

October 21, 2021 | Ben Reach, Short Stories | Comments
Ben and Sam had lived long and seen a lot. Ben practiced law and Sam medicine. But more than that they collaborated on trying to help solve families’ problems. Not a week passed that one or both of the curmudgeons were not consulted by a desperate parent or grandparent about a child or grandchild on the verge of ruining his or her life. The crises varied from substance addiction to academic failure to depression leading to attempted (or successful ) suicide, often in combination. And the cause was mostly affluenza: a lack of aspiration to make a worthwhile life brought on by lack of need to struggle. Mixed in were crumbling or crumbled parental marriages also linked to affluenza. Read more

My Thanks to Field Trials

October 18, 2021 | Commentary, Remembrances | Comments
With age we worry we have not expressed thanks to all those we owe thanks. So here I say thanks to all involved with pointing dog field trials for their countless gifts to my joy. Yes, joy, pure and simple, for field trials have meant pure fun for me. I claim no special knowledge or skill about field trials beyond appreciation of their entertainment value. I simply enjoy them, watching Read more

The Conflict

October 4, 2021 | Bird Dogs, Short Stories | Comments
A lawyer fears a conflict of interest like a foot-plowing share cropper fears a kicking mule. And so fear grew in me after on impulse I recommended Sweetie to John Bassett as a grouse dog after his beloved Jill went to her reward. That recommendation put me in jeopardy of losing both my two best friends and best client and principal source of referrals, and my regular quail-hunting partner and key to quail hunting territory. Read more

Sweet Revenge

September 27, 2021 | Ben Reach, Short Stories | Comments
Ben and Sam were savoring Friday afternoon drams of The Macallan in Ben’s library-conference room when the subject of back-hunters came up, and they recalled an incident. The curmudgeons agreed that the most dastardly of outdoorsmen were back-hunters, those unprincipled souls who, having hunted as a guest a host’s favorite covert, would alone or with others (but not the host) sneak back to hunt the honey hole. Read more

My Last Conversation With Big

September 23, 2021 | Remembrances | Comments
It was at Nonami Plantation, Albany, Georgia. I had flown to Atlanta alone and driven in a rental car south to Albany to see a bit of the Masters Championships, a Bucket List trip. The grave of Sam Ellis had drawn me like a magnet to the spot. Read more