This year, the fall colors in Colorado were spectacular and lasted a bit longer than usual. The dry, cool fall days promoted rich colors that lasted weeks instead of days as we sometime see when it is wet and windy. Most of these pictures were taken outside of Aspen, Colorado on a drive down Castle Creek Road. With this beautiful color, it really doesn’t matter what kind of camera equipment you have. You only need to worry about the light and composition. I hope you enjoy these shots!
Category Archives: Seen in the field
Since Tex is in traction there is no point in hunting just yet. So we took a weekend and went to Aspen to see the fall colors and hit them near their peak. Beautiful stuff!
Summer is for clay target shooting. This beautiful Colorado memorial weekend we hit the sporting clays course and captured the incoming swarm of #8s.
Before heading to the Great Plains for birds, we head to the Colorado mountains for the views. Here are some of last weekend’s shots in an around Vail.
Mountain view from Piney Lake
I have seen a few of these one room, white cinder-block houses next to the railroad tracks in Colorado and Wyoming. No windows, a fireplace and a nice outhouse out back. Anyone know what they were built for? Maybe a shelter for rail workers or storage?
This was to be a post on a Sage Grouse and Ptarmigan hunt but we did not see a bird. What is that recipe to remove the stench of skunk?
Sitting with the other detritus of long gone lives on a North Dakota farm is this lonely pick up truck.
Here is a pair of nasty, mangy, pet-killing coyotes. These are in the open space behind my house in the middle of Denver’s suburban sprawl. Beautiful animals.
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Now, THAT title should get some hits! “Cock” is such a funny word. Nothing wrong with it in the right context but it sits precariously on the edge between OK and absolutely not OK. Use it in the wrong company, with the wrong inflection or add a sucker to it and my friend you have crossed the line. That said, here are a bunch of cocks we have seen in the field.
This has been an incredible year if you like the high country fall colors. The right temps, moisture, lack of moisture, sunshine or whatever; the color has been intense and enduring. Another reason why fall is the best season of all. These shots were taken yesterday near Kenosha pass.
When the limit of birds is off being plucked and the worn out dogs are sleeping in their boxes, we occasionally head to prairie dog town for observation and ballistic analysis. These are wary creatures and must be viewed from afar, sometimes 400+ yards, but it is the distance that makes this interesting. There is a machismo appeal to the awesome technology of today’s optics and rifles. The ability to put 55 grains of copper and lead on a 12″ target a quarter of a mile away is exhilarating. Whac-A-Mole for adults.
Ubiquitous on the western landscape of the bird hunter is the lonely windmill. These were silent witness to hunts in Texas, Colorado and North Dakota.
North Dakota is our state of choice for pheasant hunting. The wonderfully desolate landscape is dotted with remnants of past lives – abandoned homesteads, equipment and my favorite . . . old school houses.