Category: Remembrances

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

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

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

Reflections on The American Field

September 6, 2021 | Remembrances, The American Field | Comments
I was an avid reader (or scanner) of the Field for all its print-format years from about 1965 onward. I published a piece in its Holiday (Christmas) issue every year from 1973 onward. After I started reporting trials in 1995 I published several reports each year, including of the Florida Championship every year, the Invitational at Paducah ten years, the Continental and Free-For-All several years, and the Lee County (a personal favorite) many years, all filled with fun for me. Read more

My Father, the Farm, our Draft Mares and the Tractor

August 22, 2021 | Non-fiction, Remembrances | Comments
My father died of car crash injuries when I was fifteen in 1954. Now I am eighty-three. Despite our few shared years, he remains the person most influential in my life. I think of him often, and with gratitude, and wonder at how he inspired me. My father, born in 1897, lived through repeating hard times. Born and reared the son of a livestock dealer-farmer who conducted business largely on horseback through my father’s youth when he apprenticed, my father was drafted for Army service in World War One and completed Officer Candidate School at Camp Zackary Taylor in Kentucky just in time for the Armistice. 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

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