Here we go
Three hours down
Please birds move
Come out of the woods
If you stay put
Where you roosted
In that stick stuff
My dog won’t point you
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The National — As Seen By A Handler
Category: Poetry
Going to Ames
So your dog is qualified
And you’re going to Grand Junction
To run in The National Championship
The one and only
To run on the Ames Plantation
Where for a century and a quarter
The continent’s best bird dog has been yearly crowned
And where bird dog stories true and fiction abound
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The Boys of the Road
The boys of the road
Follow a circuit
That starts way up north
As summer is ending
They’ve been up there
Since mid July
Training young bird dogs
And young riding horses Read more
Chinquapin Immortals
I reflect on Chinquapin After twenty-seven Florida Championships Reported there From 1995 through 2022 A piece of earth crafted From lime-rock and sand Covered in wire grass Jack oaks and sparse pines Sculpted uneven by The Master With an all-age bird dog in mind Its courses laid out in 1969 By Fred Arant nickname Goochy Since then it has served As a place to hunt quail And for a week Read more
Chinquapin
A place on earth sublime
Where quail prevail
And pointers seek and point them
For men and women to swing guns to shoot them Read more
If
If your dog finds birds
And points with style Read more
On Being Old …Still Working
Ben and Sam met every Friday afternoon
In Ben’s library-conference room
To contemplate their week of law and medicine
Enjoy their friendship and a dram or two of The Macallan Read more
When
When the harvest moon’s been full
And the dawn is coming chill
And the woodcock whistle through
My thoughts turn to bird dogs and what they do Read more