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What’s Fair

July 21, 2021 | Ben Reach, Short Stories | Comments

Molly Bain was one of Ben’s favorite people. Widow of Sam Bain, also a favorite, Molly had soldiered on after Sam’s death twenty years ago. Molly had three daughters and eight grandchildren and doted on and worried about them all constantly. She professed no favorites and Ben knew she was sincere in saying it. They were certainly not equal in how they treated Molly. But Molly and Ben knew that was the universal fate of parents and grandparents. Read more

That Time Again

July 15, 2021 | Prose | Comments

It’s that time again South’s hot and muggy The prairie beckons Bird dog men Time to load the pups and derbies For school in big country Up north where there’s wild birds Sharp tails and pheasants and occasional Huns and no trees Read more

What Do I Owe Bird Dogs?

July 8, 2021 | Bird Dogs, Other Things | Comments

Among the boring habits of the old is talking about their pasts. At least I write of mine, so friends can easily turn me off — just stop reading. So here mostly for my own amusement is an essay on what bird dogs have meant to me. If you are still reading you likely have a similar essay inside you. Read more

Big

July 4, 2021 | Remembrances | Comments

I first watched Robin Gates handle at the Eastern Open Shooting Dog Championship in Virginia in 1976. His dogs hunted beautiful patterns, found game and were fast and stylish and had impeccable manners. And they reacted to his voice as if connected by cellphone, not then in use. I was impressed by how seldom he spoke to them, and how swiftly they obeyed him. He was 20 years old. Read more

Found Love

June 29, 2021 | Ben Reach, Short Stories | Comments

Ben Reach was not surprised by the call from Ann Cameron. “Ben, I need some personal advice. When could I see you?” “How about four this afternoon?” Ben said. “See you then” Ann said, and hung up. Read more

The Confession (fiction)

June 23, 2021 | Ben Reach, Short Stories | Comments

It had happened in 1965. Forty-Five were entered, forty-one pointers and four setters. After eight had run the first two days, the National Bird Dog Championship was called off for too few birds. This despite the fact Highway Man for Bill Rayl had scored three finds and hunted to the Amesian Standard. The judges’ decision had many followers of the sport furious. Read more

The Master Thief

June 16, 2021 | Short Stories | Comments

Fred Freeze was a genius at training pointing dogs, of a certain sort. Very smart ones, the ones who understood what field trials were all about. Not necessarily the most athletic or naturally talented, but those that could be taught to leverage the talents of a bracemate. And none had been so well suited to Fred Freeze’s methods as Candice, a pointer female who learned tricks from Fred like a circus performer. Read more

Rivals

June 11, 2021 | Ben Reach, Short Stories | Comments

They had been fierce rivals twenty years. Too fierce some said. The rivalry came to a head in the National Amateur Quail Championship run that year on the King Ranch. They had been top amateur handlers for years now, competing all over the country in regional championships with all-age dogs they bred and trained themselves. Like others in the top echelon, the semi-pros Ben Reach called them, they were serious as a heart attack about winning, so much so that many competitors dreaded being braced with them. They were generally good sportsmen, unless your dog was a threat to win; then sportsmanship went out the window, and you best be on the lookout, or so rumor had it. Read more

Luke

June 2, 2021 | Prose, Remembrances | Comments

My friend Luke Weaver died today His best friend Bubba called to say We shared memories of our friend A friend to all who came his way Luke had a gift for friendship And a gift for fun If you were with him you’d be laughing As sure as you were breathing Read more

Lambing Time

May 29, 2021 | Prose, Remembrances | Comments

On our small farm In Virginia’s Blue Ridge Mountains Lambing time commenced On Christmas Eve The pregnant ewes Were gathered in Our barn with third-cutting alfalfa hay In the manger down the middle Read more