The Gift of Gear

"How do you want to push these cattails," my uncle asked me on a bluebird day in Central Montana. My uncle already knew the answer as he had been hunting this section of state land for years. He knew where the pockets and bends were that always seemed to produce a flush. After checking the wind, I apparently gave the right answer, as he responded, "Let's get the dogs then."

Wearing his extra pair...