tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379137252024-03-12T19:40:09.081-06:00sometimes far afieldmdmnmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00191436711956580423noreply@blogger.comBlogger317125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37913725.post-41546351467873326362017-07-04T16:51:00.000-06:002017-07-04T16:55:42.612-06:00Independence Day and a few linksFirst off, happy Independence Day- hope all you and yours are safe and well.<br />
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Here are a few links to things that have caught my eye recently. First off, a <a href="https://spectator.org/stolen-valor-william-manchester-how-fake-news-became-fake-history/" target="_blank">sad account</a> of historian William Manchester's fictionalization of his war record. I found "Goodbye, Darkness", his memoir of his experience with the Marines in World War II interesting and well written. Apparently, it should be read as a novel, rather than history.<br />
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Next, a car writer quoting <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Townes_Van_Zandt" target="_blank">Townes Van Zandt</a> lyrics, in good context! An <a href="http://www.roadandtrack.com/car-culture/a33439/the-end-of-a-watercooled-love-affair/" target="_blank">interesting column</a> in a magazine I would never otherwise read.<br />
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Thirdly, if you're in Albuquerque and get by downtown, <a href="https://www.abbeybrewing.biz/" target="_blank">Abbey Brewing Company's</a> Monk's Corner taproom at 3rd and Silver not only has good beer, but some very nice art on the walls that will be familiar to folks who've perused this blog roll. <a href="https://frishmanphoto.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">Jackson's work</a> shows even more nicely in large format.<br />
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Fourth- <a href="http://www.baen.com/feldspar" target="_blank">a really excellent short story</a>, free, from Baen books. Good content over there from a great stable of authors, and they keep reprinting Heinlein. Their home page has more stories and sample chapters from some of their books.<br />
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Fifth- <a href="http://wildlife.org/aging-elk-learn-to-stay-clear-of-hunters/" target="_blank">scientific confirmation</a> of something many of us have known for a long time; those old cow elk that lead the bunch are smart (and chewy, take the third one back). <br />
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Last, a little holiday theme music, courtesy of Dave Alvin:<br />
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Here's to a happy, prosperous, and outdoor 2017. Hope you all keep getting out there. mdmnmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00191436711956580423noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37913725.post-75855512177673369982015-12-31T18:50:00.001-07:002015-12-31T18:50:13.160-07:00Happy New Year<br />
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Here's to a prosperous New Year, with good trips in good territory with good folks to share the experience in the year to come. Hope you all are able to get out there. mdmnmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00191436711956580423noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37913725.post-55787515696275508452015-12-10T11:17:00.000-07:002015-12-10T11:20:38.744-07:00BluesI love quail.<br />
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I like seeing them around, listening to them call in the spring, and seeing the little babies, that look like miniature adults, buzz off after their parents in the summer.<br />
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I love desert quail. Bobwhites are great, but big coveys of running, wild flushing, melting into the non-existent cover <a href="http://wildlife.tamu.edu/scaled-quail-reversing-the-quail-decline-initiative/" target="_blank">blues</a> and <a href="http://wildlife.tamu.edu/gambels-quail-reversing-the-quail-decline-initiative/" target="_blank">Gambel's</a> are more charismatic to my mind.<br />
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Deer hunting a month or so ago, I was easing down a wide draw, well over a mile from any road, when a big covey got up from the other side. Weeks before quail season and about a hundred yards away, they still flew over the far rim of the draw, doubtless hooking to the left or right once they got over the top, the better to confuse any pursuers.<br />
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Sure enough, we'd only spotted and missed one bunny when we had to defend ourselves against some quail, then hit a second covey on the way to another rabbit-y spot, taking up more valuable early morning rabbit hunting time. I hate when that happens.<br />
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Those are quail tracks in the foreground. No time for photos when they're running and flushing.<br />
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When A asked about getting more, I opted out as we had all the cottontails that I really wanted to deal with, enough for a generous couple of dinners. Given the conditions, we could have taken twice as many without a lot more time and effort. Plenty of game and the right weather made for a fun hunt.<br />
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As for these rabbits, a couple of the saddles are slated for frying alongside the quail, but the others went into one of my favorite rabbit preparations, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paul_Prudhomme" target="_blank">Paul Prudhomme's</a> "Smothered Rabbit" from his "Louisiana Kitchen" cookbook. This recipe is adapted a bit, using all three of the holy trinity in the roux and changing the spice mix some. You could use chicken or domestic rabbit, cutting the latter into smaller pieces, but this is awfully good with wild rabbit and, with such, makes for a dish that strikes me as very classically Louisiana in terms of flavors (and ingredients).<br />
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You start off with very Prudhomme-esque spice blend, in our version consisting of:<br />
2 1/4 t salt 1 1/2 t sweet paprika 1/2 t white pepper<br />
1/2 t black pepper 1 1/2 t dried shallots (ground to a powder) 3/4 t garlic powder<br />
1/2 t cayenne pepper 1/2 t dried basil 1 t dried marjoram<br />
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You combine all of these in a small bowl, then sprinkle 2 teaspoons onto on 3-4 cottontails, cut up into legs and saddles.<br />
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Once the rabbit is brown, pour off all but 1/2 c of the oil, leaving the sediment in the pan. Add the flour from the bag and whisk over medium heat (medium high if you're brave) until you get a red/brown roux. Turn off the heat and add the veg, stirring until the roux stops darkening. This last step is a bit unusual, in my experience, but it works pretty well.<br />
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Once the roux is incorporated, lower the heat a bit, add the browned rabbit pieces, then reduce to a simmer. You can add any remaining seasoning mix at this time. <br />
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Simmer partially covered until the rabbit is tender. Depending upon whether you have any tough old critters in there, it'll be a couple of hours before it is ready. <br />
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If you have more than three rabbits, you might consider doubling the spice mix. You won't use it all, quite, but the extra will help you get to the right spice level and ensure that the rabbit pieces get well seasoned in that first step. Enjoy!<br />
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Happy New Year- hope you all have a happy and prosperous 2015 with timely rains, lucky draws, the right set up and plenty of time out in it!mdmnmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00191436711956580423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37913725.post-51833308181694735452014-12-28T16:43:00.002-07:002014-12-28T16:43:44.288-07:00Happy Holidays, and quail<br />
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Hope you all are keeping well and spending some time with friends and family. A and I dashed down to south Texas to be with my folks and family, dashing back up to NM for work this upcoming week. With the New Year holiday, it'll be a short one and, weather permitting, we hope to get out for quail. There are a few blues around. Earlier this year...<br />
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Click on that picture above and check out the left hand side of the road.<br />
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Rolling up- see em in the bar ditch? More visible when enlarged.<br />
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Here is a laggard. These birds were pretty tame, safe on private land. Coveys that get hunted tend to flush away from the truck and hit the ground running.<br />
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With a bit of the grass on the range, Booker earns his keep finding the fallen birds. Though he loves any sort of bird hunting quail aren't his favorite. Fortunately, we came by a tank that held ducks and he got to do some proper Chessie work.<br />
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A dropped a drake Redhead. Not a great snapshot, but I ran out of space on the memory card and managed to not record half a dozen that, no doubt, would be better.<br />
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mdmnmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00191436711956580423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37913725.post-72669055879083302672014-11-22T18:33:00.000-07:002014-11-22T18:33:22.932-07:00Third partWhile A had a very good draw for big game this year, I can't exactly complain. We put in for oryx, pronghorn, elk and deer and, while she drew another pronghorn I drew a bull elk tag, the first one I've put in for in six or seven years and the first one I've drawn in nearly a decade. One of the nearby mountain ranges has a good elk hunting and the muzzleloader season falls just about the time the rut is in full swing down in the southern Southwest. Drawing is long odds, but, if you do draw out the bulls are likely to be distracted. So, very shortly after A's antelope hunt, the weekend after, in fact, it was time for my elk hunt.<br />
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Work took its usual toll on our schedule and so we found ourselves driving up into the mountains late on a Friday afternoon as rain showers marched here and there over the country. Starting up in elevation, we even saw a little snow on the side of the road.<br />
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Old, tired, out-of-shape, wimpy, or perhaps wise, rather than set up the tent in the dark and the rain with the prospect of snow overnight, I opted to spend the night in a very nice hotel in a tourist town on one edge of the hunting unit. Warm bed and a hot shower made a 4:30 get up easier, while a tall coffee and an <a href="http://www.allsups.com/about" target="_blank">Allsups</a> burrito (semi-native hint: get a crispy one that has been in the hot box for a while) got us headed to our choice of starting places. <br />
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I suppose that such a start might be a modern classic, the very low rent version of McGuane's "New Rugged". No long pack string heading up days before the season, setting up a wall tent and scouting, not even <a href="http://sometimesfarafield.blogspot.com/2007/10/season.html" target="_blank">winding up into the country</a> in a pair or convoy of pickups, setting up a group camp and checking out familiar country. Instead, A and I drove blacktop, gravel and then dirt in turn, getting to the mouth of the draw we were looking for just about a half hour before daylight. Overnight, the weather had cleared and the wind had died, leaving the woods cool and fresh, just a bit more chilly then shirtsleeve weather.<br />
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As I was loading the rifle, we heard the first bull bugling.<br />
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I'm pretty much a novice at hunting with a muzzleloader, having only had one previous hunt and having fired fewer than a hundred rounds through my rifle. In keeping with the spirit of a primitive weapons hunt, I use a traditional style mountain rifle with fixed iron sights. Not completely traditional, that rifle has a fast-twist barrel to shoot longer projectiles rather than a round ball. With 90 grains of Pyrodex black powder substitute, the rifle will put three 350 grain bullets in a three inch circle at a hundred yards. In the last decade I have yet to see or speak to another hunter who uses a traditional style muzzleloader, most of them using primer fired in-line guns with scopes. In any event, full of the optimism opening day usually brings, I set off up a ridge on one side of the draw while A hung out down below.<br />
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An hour later, I could hear a couple of bulls regularly bugling at each other, the problem being that they were on the ridge opposite my location and the wind was not in my favor to even head that direction. I eased down slope until I came to a small tank at a fork in the draw and decided to wait a while in hopes that the thermals of the warming day would swing the wind around and let me make a try at one of the bulls. As I sat back from the tank and listened to the elk while watching some cattle drink, I heard what is perhaps the worst sound known to a modern foot hunter, that being the buzzing, putting grumble of a number of 4-wheelers. They were quite some way off, over another low ridge from the elk, but easily where they could hear the bulls. For fifteen minutes I sweated as the machines grumbled away out of sight, greatly relieved and more than a little surprised as the sound faded out of range. Apparently, the riders never stopped and turned off their engines, so as to hear the elk up above them. Some half hour after that, the wind switched around. Impatient, I made myself wait fifteen minutes by the clock to before heading up towards the elk, just in case the breeze tried to switch around some more.<br />
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The wind held true and before long I was up on top, working through thick mixed timber toward the bulls and straining my eyes with every step to try to spot satellite bulls or cows before they noticed me. Coming to a little saddle, I was about to head toward the bull on my right, who was moving a good bit but sounded a little more guttural than all but one of the other three bulls I could hear. Before doing so, I poked over to the left to look into the shallow swale coming off the saddle. As soon as I did so, I saw a piece of elk, which a little glassing revealed to be a feeding cow. Soon I saw another and they move in and out of sight as they ate. Having a favorable wind, I very slowly crawled up a little on them to where I could see down into the draw as well as a decent part of the saddle. From that position, it was mostly a matter of waiting and hoping that the heard bull, who was moving about and bugling up on the other side of the shallow draw, maybe a hundred yards away, would come into range and view. <br />
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After about forty minutes, the bull down the draw came up into sight, moving through the timber down toward the cows. Before I could find a lane and get a shot, he moved back out. Just about that time, an some elk further up the ridge must have crossed my wind, as then came trotting and running down the far side of the draw and pulling the cows I had been watching with them. Figuring I was blown, I eased a little further in that direction, only twenty yards or so, to have a bit better view of that side of the swale in case there was a trailing bull. Despite the commotion, the herd bull bugled again and, as soon as he did so, the bull from down below came charging in- literally at a trot and bugling as he came. I suppose he thought the herd bull was moving his cows off and he had to make a challenge right now. In any event, his path was directly toward my new location. At about twenty-five feet from me, he paused at a large downed log preparatory to jumping over it, and I rolled over a little and shot him, knocking him down immediately. He got back up and so a reloaded as quickly as I could. Mortally wounded, the bull stopped after stumbling fifty yards and I knocked him down again. He continued down the draw another hundred yards before falling for the last time, taking another bullet through the lungs in the process.<br />
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I have a new appreciation for the amazement expressed by hunters from the turn of the previous century regarding the shock affect of modern smokeless cartridges and the high-velocity projectiles they propel. Despite three good fatal hits, the bull was able to get up and travel a fair distance before succumbing. I don't think he'd have gotten up a second time had I been using my '06. <br />
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<br />Once back at the house, we rested an evening and then began cutting and packaging meat, which took longer than the hunt and the pack out lasted. Good work, though, and a year's worth of red meat. I was a bit concerned that a rutting bull would be strong, but it is as good as any elk that I've eaten.<br />
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The weatherman tells us that tonight we're going to have the first of a series of fairly hard freezes- mid-20s, so that's it for the last of the figs, basil, tomatoes and peppers. The weather today would be familiar to anyone who has spent much time in northern or higher elevation NM (even though we aren't northern or highland)- not much breeze, brilliant blue sky, but chilly, particularly in the shade.<br />
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We're going to build our first fire of the fall and, in further recognition of winter, have our first pot of green chile stew. A and I have slightly different takes on this dish, she favoring a modernistic, wide ranging interpretation wherein whole kernal corn, pinto beans and other ingredients are incorporated. Rather than nuts, twigs, berries and flowers in my green chile stew, I adhere to a more basic version comprised of only a few ingredients. Monday, we had our last pizza margherita of '14, tonight we'll enjoy a late fall or winter dish. Should you decide to make a basic, NM style green chile stew, I'd suggest:<br />
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You can make the stew without flour if you choose, the potatoes will thicken it up some. A claims that browning the meat without flour give a more meaty, complex flavor to the dish, and I'd believe her except that she'll throw garbanzo beans or black olives or whatever in the pot and still call it green chile stew. A and I switch off on pots of green chile stew, from her more catholic approach to ingredients to my more basic style. The proportions above are general, I'd just suggest plenty of chile, as it is supposed to be green chile stew, not just stew with chile in it. <br />
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* If you don't know about New Mexico style green chile, you'll have to read around a bit, as that is a subject unto itself. In the fall, many residents of the Southwest buy the green chile pods, have them roasted, then freeze them for use all winter. If you don't have access to a green chile roaster in season, you can roast "anaheim" or New Mexico green chiles over a gas flame, barbecue, or in a hot oven, slap them in a plastic bag to sweat for fifteen minutes, then peel, seed and chop. Alternatively, the internet is <a href="https://www.weshipchile.com/" target="_blank">your friend</a>. New Mexican green chiles, often called Anaheim chile in stores, is important to the dish. Poblanos or other chiles will have a very different flavor. It might be good, but it won't be right.mdmnmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00191436711956580423noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37913725.post-37352960452798842272014-11-10T07:30:00.000-07:002014-11-10T07:30:00.560-07:00Second InstallmentAgainst most odds, A drew an pronghorn permit through the public draw for the second year in a row. In New Mexico, most of the pronghorn are found on lands that are either private or that are private, state, and BLM in checkerboard. Decades ago, the State pioneered trapping and translocating pronghorn to take advantage of available habitat. Eventually, to encourage landowners in pronghorn-friendly practices, the Game and Fish Department developed a system whereby landowners who permitted hunters from the public draw on their property to hunt pronghorn are given a number of transferable license authorizations that they can give away, sell, or keep in their discretion.<br />
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Over time, as the very good hunting for pronghorn in New Mexico became better known and the market drove prices for the private land authorizations up, the allocation of tags has shifted to ever-more landowner tags and fewer available for public draw. As a result, drawing an antelope hunt through the public lottery is a rare event and two in a row is extraordinarily fortunate.<br />
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<a href="http://sometimesfarafield.blogspot.com/2013/10/big-game.html" target="_blank">Last year</a>, we hunted barely broken country with quite a bit of creosote bush and other low cover. This year, A's assigned area was almost all grassland, broken up into low ridges and hills.<br />
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Also in contrast to last year, there were relatively few antelope on the property. We saw a couple of medium sized bucks and one barely legal animal while scouting, but once the hunt started we only found the barely legal buck until another medium sized fellow popped up with a doe. We first saw them when driving from one area to another and they spooked at over a mile distant, so we kept on driving until over a hill, then stopped and got out to circle through a low draw to see where the pair had gotten to. Where they had gotten to was out of the immediate vicinity. Lots of migrating raptors, though.<br />
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mdmnmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00191436711956580423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37913725.post-6508254799483924072014-11-08T11:03:00.001-07:002014-11-08T11:03:27.212-07:00First installmentTimeliness is inherent in the idea of blogging- it is, after all, a web log in concept and writing about things past, unless inspiring a current thought, is contrary to the idea of a "log". That's not working so well for me right now- here we are in duck season, past our big game hunts and nearly to quail season, and I'm going to talk about September, when so many good things start. Regardless, and getting back to the last post, a while back A, Dad and I headed up to Alaska for another week of silver salmon fishing, as suggested in the post below.<br />
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If you hit the "fishing" label on this blog you'll see accounts of other trips or thoughts inspired by those trips, and I'm not sure I have too much new to say. The area is lovely, the air clean and crisp off the spruce forests, glaciers, and sea. The people are generally friendly, the town small and visiting fisherman apparently a welcome supplement to the income from commercial harvest. Traveling a couple thousand miles to catch fish is considered perfectly reasonable if one is so unfortunate as to not live a stone's throw from the ocean. This year we ran into a couple of groups from Sweden, who presumably live within a relative stone's throw of an ocean, just not one with silver salmon.<br />
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We arrived on the tail end of a big rain event. In a place where precipitation is measured in scores of inches (or multiples of feet), that means quite a bit of water. A few years ago, we saw seven or eight inches in twenty-four hours, but this was bigger. Fortunately, as we got there the streams were coming down and full of fish. The first couple of days saw rain, and sideways rain, but our last three days were nearly completely sunny, unprecedented in our ten or so years up there for the season. Further, the streams had dropped considerably and still had plenty of fish in them, so we did well.<br />
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One interesting thing about fishing for silvers is that there is a cycle in terms of the size of fish, apparently much like grouse or hares cycle in population. Last year, the fish ran the smallest we had seen them and it got me worried about things like the commercial herring harvest, and long term effects of oil spills and purse seines and all sorts of other things. All that bears watching, but this year the fish ran large, nearly the largest we've seen in twelve years.<br />
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Recently, A and I were up in the north central mountains of NM looking for edible mushrooms when we came across a <a href="http://www.bto.org/volunteer-surveys/gbw/gardens-wildlife/garden-birds/behaviour/plumage/leucism" target="_blank">leucistic</a> grouse, of the now dusky variety, part of a family group or covey.<br />
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Firstly, a little while ago some friends tipped us off that the bolete mushrooms were flushing in Northern NM, so we headed up to our old stomping grounds for a quick overnighter in the back of the truck, hoping to replenish our supply. Success!<br />
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We found enough <a href="http://botit.botany.wisc.edu/toms_fungi/aug2004.html" target="_blank">boletus barrowsii</a> to fill our winter supply jar.<br />
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Our friend Jeff introduced us to a really nice technique for cauliflower mushroom, that being to saute it fairly slowly in butter until tender and then keep going until it browns a little and crisps up- an excellent side dish to almost anything, but particularly game meat. <br />
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Next, we went to our first organized mycological foray, this one by the <a href="http://newmexicomyco.net/nmms/clubpage.htm" target="_blank">NM Mycological Society</a>- an interesting group of folks with a lot of expertise to share. This year's foray was based in Las Vegas, NM, and we stayed in the great old <a href="http://www.plazahotel-nm.com/" target="_blank">Plaza Hotel</a>. A bit ragged around the edges after over a hundred years of operation, our room was quiet and very reasonably priced. Just around the town square we found a brew pub and a restaurant next door that served the hottest green chile I've had in a long time, some of the most typical northern New Mexican food we've found in years. Combined with lovely weather (cool and rainy) and some relatively new country to explore, it was a great weekend.<br />
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Last, for the Labor Day holiday weekend we headed back up north, to look for mushrooms again and perhaps take advantage of opening day of bird season. The first day was absolutely chilly at 9,000 feet of elevation, a welcome change after a long summer.<br />
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Since hunting didn't start until September 1st, we spent the first couple of days picking currants and mushrooms, checking out country and scouting around. <a href="http://www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/band-tailed_pigeon/id" target="_blank">Band Tailed Pigeons</a> were loafing in some spruce and fir along one ridge each of those days, but strong winds apparently pushed them elsewhere once the season opened. Big birds, they'd come bombing out of the tops of the spruce on the steep hillside and, if we had gotten into them, the shooting would have been really tough. We also looked around for grouse, seeing them before the season but having no luck on opening day. Perhaps later in the year. <br />
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Here's hoping the season is proceeding as well for all of you all! mdmnmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00191436711956580423noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37913725.post-8477530949054968162014-07-18T18:33:00.000-06:002014-07-18T18:39:45.613-06:00beetles with tasteWhen A and I first arrived down in southern NM and got a house, we planted fruit trees right away. Even if you're not sure you'll be in a place long, if you get fruit trees in the ground you might get a crop before you know it and, in the Land of Entrapment, it's never wise to predict moving on. Consequently, we put in two cherries, an apricot, and a peach. One of the cherries and the apricot promptly died and the other cherry tree gave up last spring, but the dwarf peach has carried on and this year we've actually been getting a decent batch of peaches off of it.<br />
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<br />mdmnmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00191436711956580423noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37913725.post-58790495381233172232014-07-06T11:57:00.002-06:002014-07-06T11:57:16.525-06:00summer and bbqToday dawned cool-ish, cloudy, and very humid with some puddles from an overnight shower. I'll take it as a good portent for the rest of the summer, as it always seems to me that the <a href="http://natureblog.blogspot.com/search?q=monsoon" target="_blank">monsoon season</a> should start around Independence Day if we are going to have a good one.<br />
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Chad Love <a href="http://mallardofdiscontent.blogspot.com/2014/05/wither-crops-hopes-humanity-and-quail.html" target="_blank">recently poste</a>d about the drought continuing in his end of the near-Southwest. In contrast, southeast NM has the prospect of at least approaching <a href="http://natureblog.blogspot.com/2014/07/western-drought-conditions-as-of-july-1.html" target="_blank">"abnormally dry"</a>. After no precip for the first four and a half months of the year, we got a big storm in late May followed by some decent rain in June. If the afternoon thundershowers come through for the rest of July and into August, we might actually see some birds this year and the deer, elk, antelope, etc. that have made it this far might go into the winter in decent shape.<br />
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Many years we celebrated Independence Day by taking advantage of the opportunity to go up to a <a href="http://santafewinefestival.com/" target="_blank">wine festival</a> near Santa Fe which features New Mexico wines. That festival is a bit further down the road, so this year we contented ourselves with work, house work, and making <a href="http://sometimesfarafield.blogspot.com/2011/07/celebrating-independence-day.html" target="_blank">another foray</a> into cooking ribs.<br />
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A medium-dry sparkling pinot noir/cabernet blend, this is a medium bodied red that goes well with well handled game, not so tannic that it overpowers the meat, but still handles the richness of barbecued ribs well. At +/- $12 a bottle, it isn't too much of an extravagance to go with a nice dinner.<br />
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<br />That isn't dust, it's pollen knocked loose by a thrown stone and a small portion of what that tree is producing right not. The occasional 70 degree day in February doesn't come without a price. <br />mdmnmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00191436711956580423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37913725.post-89006972102801164112014-02-19T21:40:00.000-07:002014-02-19T21:40:03.999-07:00Another season goneLast weekend marked the end of quail season here, which is pretty much all she wrote until spring turkey and then the long slow spell (hunting-wise) before dove and grouse in September.<br />
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We didn't take much advantage of our opportunities, work again interfering with life. This was a surprisingly decent quail year and, if it will just rain or snow a bit in the next couple of months and we get a normal monsoon in the summer, next year might be pretty good. That said, my folks and sister came out for an early 76th weekend for Dad and only bumped three coveys in two days and a whole lot of miles. The first of those was gratifyingly large, well over 20 birds, but took off down a thirty mile an hour tailwind and flew way, way out there. We pursued nonetheless but never found them.<br />
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The second day of our hunt, the weather went from 70 degrees with a
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A month ago, back around the end of duck season, A and I headed north up to our old stomping grounds on the Rio Bravo and got together with friend Matt for a weekend of duck hunting. The first day didn't go real well, as we hadn't been out scouting. We found a spot in the dark where a half dozen mallards were roosting in a nook of the current, but ducks passing over once light came were few and not interested in our spot. The flood last September took out a lot of sediment and the river isn't as spread out as it has been in other years, making it a little harder to find a setup. Our second day, we had a much better place and had ducks trying to land as we were putting out the decoys.<br />
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It wasn't perfect, though, and several big bunches of mallards gave us hard looks and circled, but wouldn't commit. A pair of widgeon tried to land in the dekes- those we just flat missed. At the end of the day, we had a few birds and quite a bit of fun.<br />
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So, now the big game proclamation is out and the deadline to apply for next fall's hunts is fast approaching. Time to sit down with a calendar, a map, and the odds from last year's draw to try to figure out how to get the best out of a little time afield and maybe put some meat in the freezer.<br />
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mdmnmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00191436711956580423noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37913725.post-37674549344099065252014-01-05T14:22:00.000-07:002014-01-05T14:24:52.938-07:00Are you gonna eat that?Turkey vulture trying to face a <a href="http://www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/Ferruginous_Hawk/id" target="_blank">ferruginous hawk</a> off of his kill, just outside of town:<br />
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Not much more detail in the photo available, as this is a crop from a long shot. The birds were on private land, preventing a closer approach.<br />
A's photo.mdmnmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00191436711956580423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37913725.post-553626788273332432013-12-31T21:46:00.001-07:002013-12-31T21:46:36.314-07:00Happy New YearA happy and prosperous 2014 to all y'all- tight lines, smooth swings, a favorable breeze, steady hold and a smooth release...<br />
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<br />mdmnmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00191436711956580423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37913725.post-6322280859217509382013-12-07T10:29:00.000-07:002013-12-07T10:29:53.359-07:00reference blogging<a href="http://mallardofdiscontent.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Chad Love</a> on the <a href="http://mallardofdiscontent.blogspot.com/2013/12/plains-desert-perception.html" target="_blank">lack of advocacy</a> for grassland and prairie conservation. He makes the point that there is little public land for the public to access to develop an appreciation for the grasslands. I think he's on to something. I've written before on how a <a href="http://sometimesfarafield.blogspot.com/2012/10/two-months.html" target="_blank">regular connection</a> to a place encourages advocacy for its preservation. Western states that limit out-of-state licenses are making a mistake in some respects, in my opinion, by shutting out or limiting a national audience that cares about habitat, which is often on federal land. As Chad notes, there is precious little federal prairie for people to tramp about, hunt across, camp on, or care for in contrast to the millions of acres we can access further west.<br />
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New to this blog roll, and off Querencia, find <a href="http://gerardcox.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Hits and Misses</a>: "Hunting, fishing, cooking and other critical aspects of life". Gee, nothing simpatico there at all. In any event, <a href="http://gerardcox.blogspot.com/2013/11/making-over-smle-sporter-part-2.html" target="_blank">check out</a> Gerard Cox's reworking of a sporterized Lee Enfield in the style of a British sporting rifle. Neat work.mdmnmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00191436711956580423noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37913725.post-40859375307442943142013-11-29T10:51:00.001-07:002013-11-29T10:51:52.198-07:00bird seasonLast weekend was the first weekend of quail season in New Mexico. A and I got out and checked for a couple of coveys we'd seen earlier in the year. We didn't find those birds, but drove and walked and, eventually, put up 4 coveys. One of those was only a few birds and got a pass, but the others were decent coveys of a dozen or more.<br />
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We lost the better part of one covey after they flushed, then ran, peeling out of the group until you're left chasing 1 or 2 birds (a desert quail specialty). After that we swung back through the area where they had first broken up hoping to find some singles or the rest of the covey. A pair got up and I dropped one a ways out. Booker had it marked and started a nice retrieve, then, on his way back, kicked up another couple of birds only ten yards away. Thinking we had a bird in hand, I shot one of those as well. Unfortunately, finding the bird is more fun than bringing it all the way back to hand, and Books dropped his bird to go find the new one. The bird dropped wasn't dead yet, and when we went to pick it up had left only a few saliva gummed feathers behind and was never to be found. Not a great performance in any aspect. On the other hand, it was the first day of the season.<br />
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Blues and bobwhites, living together. Well, at least in proximity.<br />
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In celebration of running into some wild bobwhites, we fried our birds and ate them with cream gravy, rice, sauteed greens, black eyed peas and cornbread. <br />
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Here's to hoping we can find a few more this weekend. While far from a good year for quail, at least there are a few birds out there.<br />
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In a decent quail year, if one was willing to drive a couple hundred miles in a day and had just a little bit of luck, I think you could manage a 4 species, all NM quail slam with bobwhites, blues, Gambel's, and Mearns. One of these days, I'd like to find out, just 'cause. mdmnmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00191436711956580423noreply@blogger.com3