By Chris Madson, on October 19th, 2020% The treeless sagebrush grasslands of the intermountain West trap huge amounts of carbon and provide critical habitat for a host of wildlife species, many of which cannot survive on any other landscape. Photo copyright 2015, Chris Madson, all rights reserved.
I CAN’T REMEMBER EXACTLY WHEN I MADE MY FIRST ACQUAINTANCE WITH . . . → Read More: Grassroots carbon
By Chris Madson, on August 3rd, 2020% A great horned owl breast feather, molted in early August, showing severe wear on its margins. Photo copyright 2020, Chris Madson, all rights reserved.
HE MAY HAVE BEEN ROOSTING IN THE SPARSE COTTONWOODS ALONG THE CREEK AS FREYA THE BRITTANY AND I WALKED BY at the edge of town, an hour . . . → Read More: A sign
By Chris Madson, on July 9th, 2020% “Shooting the Rapids” by Canadian artist Frances Anne Hopkins, 1879. Courtesy of Library and Archives Canada.
FOR MILLENNIA, THE METHYE PORTAGE CROSSED THE HEIGHT OF LAND THAT SEPARATES THE WATERS OF HUDSON’S BAY FROM THE vast, impossibly remote wilderness of the Mackenzie River drainage. The path was a thoroughfare for native . . . → Read More: Kennicott’s goose
By Chris Madson, on June 16th, 2020% The pursuit of elk in the high West leads to some exceptional places at exceptional moments. There is an esthetic to the hunt that has to be lived to be appreciated. Photo by Chris Madson, copyright 2018, all rights reserved.
RAY FISCHER HAS BEEN A HUNTER EDUCATION INSTRUCTOR IN KANSAS SINCE . . . → Read More: Never too old
By Chris Madson, on June 10th, 2020% Boy on farmstead, Cimarron County, Oklahoma, 1936. Arthur Rothstein.
THERE’S A POEM THAT’S HAUNTED ME MUCH OF MY ADULT LIFE.
Many years ago, my mother sent me a fragment of it— just five or six lines— that she’d found in a magazine somewhere. I kept the clipping on . . . → Read More: The American dream
By Chris Madson, on May 22nd, 2020% Snow goose migration in central Nebraska. Copy right 2017, Chris Madson, all rights reserved.
THE WIND PAUSED FOR TEN MINUTES OR SO— AN UNUSUAL PHENOMENON ON THE HIGH PLAINS— WAVERED, THEN swung into the north. We’d enjoyed three days of spring, but at the foot of the Rockies in the first . . . → Read More: Tides
By Chris Madson, on March 16th, 2020%
A mule deer hunter on Wyoming’s Beaver Rim. Copyright 2017, Chris Madson, all rights reserved.
I COME BACK TO IT AGAIN AND AGAIN:
“A thing is right when it tends toward the integrity, stability, and beauty of the biotic community. It is wrong when it tends otherwise”[i]— the . . . → Read More: Aldo Leopold and the ethics of hunting
By Chris Madson, on February 1st, 2020% Upland bird cover at sunset in western Nebraska. Copyright 2018, Chris Madson, all rights reserved.
WE CLOSED THE SEASON YESTERDAY, FREYA THE BRITTANY AND I, PASSING THE LAST HOURS IN A LONG WALK OVER THE HILL TO A PLACE I CALL “THE SECRET SPOT” because the best cover is out of sight from . . . → Read More: Meditation at the end of the season
By Chris Madson, on January 27th, 2020% The dust storms of the Dirty Thirties are returning to the high plains of America’s heartland. This storm ripped across eastern Colorado and northwestern Kansas in March of 2014. Photo copyright 2014, Chris Madson, all rights reserved.
AS THE DISCUSSION OVER CLIMATE CHANGE— OR DEBATE OR DONNYBROOK, HOWEVER YOU PREFER TO THINK OF . . . → Read More: The year of climate in review
By Chris Madson, on January 2nd, 2020% Flick doing what he did best, on an Iowa rooster. (Photo by Chris Madson, copyright 2019).
This afternoon, Flick joined his predecessors on the other side. The spirit was willing, but his hips finally gave out. As I mourn his passing, I remember the companions who came before him. They were far better . . . → Read More: The bell
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