Chukar

Bodie’s brown nose scoured the snow-covered ground as he sprang through the sage and locked on point. Pinion circled the edge with a nose full of scent. Connor and I moved with all the hustle our raw feet would allow. This was our last chance to get a flush for the next eight months. Our sprint into...

We are driving along the river at the base of rocky canyon walls when we suddenly come to a stop. There is a lone chukar hanging out on the berm, taunting, offering an easy way out. I take it as an omen of events to come because these fast climbing birds will, without a doubt, make you work for it...

Words by Joseph Furia A favorite saying of chukar hunters is “the first time you hunt chukar is for fun, every time after that is for revenge.” For those of you who fly fish for steelhead or bow hunt for elk, you’ll recognize similar frustration and satisfaction of stacking the odds against yourself...