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Celebrating The Life and Humor of Kim “Sweet Home” Price
Saturday, January 28th, 2012
(left to right) Bob St.Pierre, Howard Vincent, Kim Price and Dave Nomsen in 2008
I remember the first time I ever met Kim Price. It was at SHOT Show in 2005. Pheasants Forever was investigating the formation of Quail Forever and Kim owned Covey Rise, the nation’s only monthly publication dedicated exclusively to the bobwhite quail.
“I bet you couldn’t even hit a quail over a pointed covey,” Kim poked me. “Son, after shooting those basketball-sized pheasants all fall long, a covey of quail would eat you alive.”
It turns out Kim was right about my shooting prowess, but he grossly underestimated the survival instincts of a flushing rooster.
“B Saint P, that basketball was hummin’,” Kim giggled after a rooster flushed behind two empty barrels of his over/under a few years later on a South Dakota prairie.
Kim was a man who favored over/under shotguns, laughed easily, recognized good habitat, loved bird dogs, enjoyed writing and appreciated solid journalism; which is to say we were fast friends.
Around the marketing department, my team affectionately referred to Kim as “Sweet Home” referencing his Alabama roots, southern drawl and steadfast support for our PR efforts. As you probably heard, or inferred by now, Kim passed away last week after a lengthy battle against cancer. He was a champion for quail and for pheasants, he was the epitome of a professional, and he is a friend I will miss forever.
I conducted the following Q&A for a blog post last year. I thought it appropriate for all of you to learn a little more about my friend Kim from his own words.
Kim N. Price
Born in what town: Alexander City, Alabama
Current Town of Residence: Alexander City, Alabama
Family: Wife, Janet; Chilluns, Whitney, Matt, Chase, & Griffin
Occupation: Owner and President of Price Publications, Inc. , publishers of three weekly newspapers and Covey Rise, national quail hunting publication
Dogs: Baxter, a Boykin Spaniel and Herkimer, Collie/lab mix
Favorite place to pheasant hunt: South Dakota
Favorite place to quail hunt: Thomasville, Georgia
Favorite pheasant hunting shotgun: Beretta Lightweight 12- gauge
Favorite quail hunting shotgun: Browning Citori 28-gauge
Best pheasant hunt of your life was: My first time six years ago in Clark, South Dakota, and my last time in Kansas.
Best quail hunt of your life was: Albany, Texas at the Stasney Cook Ranch. We saw probably 60 coveys on the roads driving into the ranch, and over the next two days the dogs found about 70 coveys.
How did you first get involved with Pheasants Forever & Quail Forever? I was asked to serve on the national board to help institute Quail Forever as part of a national organization seeking to restore quail populations across the Northern Bobwhite’s landscape. I also serve as treasurer now.
What is your favorite aspect about serving on the National Board? Conservation is my life and PF/QF is truly all about conservation. Our board is made up of dedicated conservationists who give of their time to work on important conservation issues whether locally at a chapter meeting, at a quarterly national board meeting, a committee meeting or working on pushing conservation issues in Washington, D.C.
What is the single biggest challenge facing Pheasants Forever in the future?
My biggest concern not just for PF/QF, but for all conservation organizations is the loss of critical conservation programs in the 2012 Farm Bill. That one issue is the great challenge for Pheasants Forever/Quail Forever. Fortunately, PF/QF is the hands-down leader in conservation work in Washington on the Farm Bill and PF/QF has an awesome respect among the decision-makers – I know because I’ve seen it in person. It’s about habitat. The loss of sensitive brood rearing habitat and food cover areas that could get plowed under due to a lack of Farm Bill program funding could be disastrous. The Conservation Reserve Program alone helped return pheasant populations to the landscape and without CRP and other conservation-friendly programs, pheasants, quail and other upland species are in for a rough time down the road.
Times are bleak for America’s bobwhite quail. What is it going to take to turn the tide?
Habitat restoration. I know that sounds basic, but it is. States with on-the-ground programs are making a difference using federal and state programs available to landowners. That is key. Since the 1980s bobwhite quail have lost much of their reproductive and successional habitat. Farming practices changed, timber practices changed and fire was removed from the habitat for too long. That closed the timber canopy – ever heard of Kudzu – and quail had no place to live under the tall Southern pine forests. Predators began dominating the shadows and populations started declining in the 70s. By the 1980s, some states, like my own Alabama, had seen as much as 80 percent to 90 percent loss of bobwhite populations. That is significant. Quail Forever’s goal is to get as many on-the-ground chapters working with as many individual landowners on a contiguous basis to promulgate quail restoration. Along with state wildlife quail biologists – many who serve on the National Bobwhite Technical Committee – and federal agencies like the Farm Service Agency, we can work together to make this happen. In a perfect world, the “Deep South” would have just as many Farm Bill biologists helping landowners plan, plant and burn so the landscape benefits Mr. Bob. I asked FSA Administrator Jonathan Coppess at the recent Pheasant Fest in Omaha if it is possible for states and FSA to team up with QF chapters to get these Farm Bill biologists on the ground. He said he would work to help us notify his state managers in the south. That cooperation is what it will take because it represents the biggest opportunity for faster landscape change. Then, we will see bobwhite populations return. They may never get back to the 1960s, but they’ll be back to a point you can go on the back porch and hear that ole man whistle again.
I’ll miss you Sweet Home. I’ll rejoin you down the road for a hunt, so remember to leave a few birds in those coveys for seed.
The Pointer is written by Bob St.Pierre, Quail Forever’s Vice President of Marketing. Follow Bob on Twitter @BobStPierre.
Pheasant Hunters: Get What You Ask For
Saturday, October 15th, 2011
In the classic baseball movie The Sandlot, a young team of rag-tag ballplayers spend the majority of the film trying to retrieve a baseball autographed by Babe Ruth – one they mistakenly play with and hit over the fence into the jaws of an angry junkyard dog nicknamed “The Beast.”
After a series of misadventures, the boys finally get the ball, defeat the beast and return him to his rightful owner, the supposedly mean Mr. Mertle. They soon find they could have saved themselves a whole lot of grief. “Why didn’t you just knock on the door,” the friendly-as-could-be Mr. Mertle says of the ball, “I’d have gotten it for you.”
Though a fictional story, that line by old Mr. Mertle has stuck with me over the years, serving as my constant reminder that if you want things in life, you need to ask. The same goes whether you’re looking for a date with the pretty girl…or access to John Doe’s pheasant habitat honey hole.
But with private landowners controlling much of the wildlife habitat in the United States, the fact is simply finding spots to enjoy their favorite outdoor activities remains a roadblock for many hunters and anglers.
There is some positive news to report. The most recent Farm Bill contained an “Open Fields” provision that provides $50 million which is already helping states develop and enhance access or “walk in” access programs. While a strong leap forward for hunters, anglers and conservationists, it is still a drop in the bucket.
Conservation groups like Pheasants Forever and Quail Forever, along with state and federal natural resource agencies work hard to create public hunting areas. Wildlife Management Areas (WMAs), Waterfowl Production Areas (WPAs), state forests and national forests all provide excellent habitat and sporting opportunities. However, gaining access to private land is an often overlooked and underutilized hunting opportunity.
One of the big differences I’ve noticed between those who get what they want and those who don’t boils down to one simple behavior: Whether they’re willing to ask for it. I’ve read articles ad nauseum about private land and how to gain permission to it. While the art of asking or negotiating is important and can be perfected over time, I suspect the bigger obstacle for many – whether it be the fear of asking or the fear of rejection – is getting over the hump and making “the ask.” It needn’t be “The Beast” we treat it as, and you can take matters into your own hands this fall – literally – by using them to knock on “Mr. Mertle’s” door. There are millions of real farmers, ranchers, and private landowners just as nice as the mythical Mr. Mertle waiting to meet you and me.
I was a teenager the first time I asked a landowner for permission to hunt their property. My buddies and I had targeted a slough so full of northern mallards, it looked like a funnel cloud was rising out of it – and we were the storm chasers. We must have driven around the section a dozen times before we finally mustered up the courage to make our way up the landowner’s driveway, and then proceeded to sit in the vehicle for another eternity arguing which of us should make the death march to the door. Unable to verbally draw straws, we decided the safety-in-numbers approach was the next best option.
Much to our surprise, we were greeted by a kind, elderly woman who not only granted us permission, but seemed genuinely excited about doing so. As I recall, we were invited in for milk and cookies, but politely declined – ducks on the pond and all.
My best friends and I spent that cold, blustery November evening harvesting some of the plumpest ducks I’ve ever seen in my life, and it will forever be one of my fondest memories. The broad smile on her face as we presented her with one of those freshly plucked greenheads has stayed with me equally as long. I’d created a new hunting honey hole for a lifetime.
Living proof that sometimes, you get what you ask for.
Anthony’s Antics Afield is written by Anthony Hauck, Pheasants Forever’s Online Editor. Email Anthony at AHauck@pheasantsforever.org and follow him on Twitter @AnthonyHauck.
PF’s New “FOREVER Shooting Sports Program” Targets Five States
Thursday, October 6th, 2011
PF's FOREVER Shooting Sports program aims to create shooting opportunities and a gateway into conservation.
Pheasants Forever launched its new FOREVER Shooting Sports program this past July. We are excited about the potential of this new program because we know it’s a good addition to our No Child Left Indoors® initiative.
Shooting is a great way to get kids and their families involved and girls enjoy it as much as boys. Did you know it’s a sport seeing actual growth in numbers? It’s not only fun; it teaches participants how to handle guns safely. There are lots of good shooting programs out there and we don’t want to re-invent the wheel, just provide additional opportunities.
For the first year, the program is targeting five states – Minnesota, Wisconsin, Illinois, Iowa and Ohio. Pheasants Forever and Quail Forever chapters in these states will be able to apply for grants to start recreational shooting programs. In some of the states, chapters will enlist the help of scholastic clay coaches and teams to mentor new shooters. There are guidelines that need to be followed including helping other chapters and providing youth leadership opportunities. What we would really like to do is form shooting or conservation clubs where young people can shoot regularly and also be involved in other fun outdoor activities. We believe that repeated opportunities and good mentors are what make a difference between an occasional shooter and a future dedicated outdoors person and conservationist.
All of our chapters can apply for ammunition grants that will pay for half of the ammunition at a shooting event. We truly have an opportunity to help our chapters grow and offer fun events in their communities. It’s so important to get our kids involved in something that helps them interact with others and gets them away from computers and television. I think this just might do that for many.
What shooting experiences – plinking, competing or mentoring – are you involved in?
Get ‘em Outdoors is written by Cheryl Riley, Pheasants Forever’s Vice President of Education and Outreach. Email her at CRiley@pheasantsforever.org.
First Gun
Monday, August 1st, 2011
A boy's first gun should be special... (Photo by Chad Love)
I’d like to say that it was a fine gun, but it wasn’t. I’d like to say that by the time it reached me it had accumulated a long history of bird hunting memories, but it hadn’t. There had never been a classic sporting bird-hunting tradition in my family. Just the dirt-poor migrant worker’s tradition of potting whatever small-game they could in order to eat, and the gun reflected the harsh reality of that tradition beautifully.
It was a starkly plain break-barrel single-shot exposed-hammer .410 made by the Bridge Gun Company. No graceful lines, just purely functional American Gothic in firearms form. There wasn’t even a real Bridge Gun Company. It was just one of the many cheaply-made “hardware store” brands produced and sold by Crescent Arms in the late 19th and on through the early years of the 20th centuries, and true-to-form this gun’s countenance spoke not of gentrified easy living, but hardscrabble desperation; of spending precious pennies on a few loose shells so maybe – if you were lucky – you could eat rabbit one night instead of cornpone and beans.
My great-grandmother purchased the gun, almost certainly second-hand, in California’s Imperial Valley sometime in the early 1930s, soon after making the trek from Oklahoma, along with all those other Okies, exodusters, tin-can tourists and Hooverville residents fleeing drought and depression. My people.
Years later, my great-grandmother told my father she bought the gun because on the way to California – on that endless, hot, dusty, heartbreak-littered 66 highway – she kept seeing jackrabbits off in the distance, just out of rock-chunking range, dancing away in the heat waves as the hunger knots in her stomach tightened. And she swore, standing lean and gaunt and bitter on the side of that road, that if they ever made it California, she wasn’t going hungry again.
She was a woman true to her word, and for the next 40 years or so that old .410 supplied various members of my clan with meat. I do not recall how or when it made its way to Oklahoma, but sometime in the late 1960s it was given to my father. And in 1980, my father pulled it out of the closet for me.
I remember thinking it was about the coolest damn thing I’d ever seen. Plain stock (probably birch, if I recall) with no checkering, and the finish and blueing were long-gone, replaced by the patina of time and hard use. But it locked up tight and when you pulled the hammer back, it clicked into position with a sound of finality. I’d never shot a real gun before and I’d never been hunting with anything other than a BB gun. Then, as now, there’s wasn’t much leisure time for the lower working class, so when I roamed the woods it was usually alone while my dad was off under the hood of a truck or later, in the oilfield.
But I had a gun now, and with it the whispering promise of future days afield and who knows, maybe even a dog when I got a little older. I was voraciously consuming the “Big Three” hunting mags by this age and I dreamed more than anything of quail hunting behind dogs, a tradition of which my family was completely bereft.
But forces beyond my nine-year-old comprehension were at work, and as it turns out, I went hunting with that .410 exactly once, on a clear, cold December Saturday with my father as we stomped around the scrub oak along the back fence of our place, hoping to kick up the covey I knew hung out back there. I remember the rise, the whirring egg-beater sound of their wings. I remember lifting the gun to my shoulder, poking the barrel in the general vicinity of the main body of the covey and yanking back on the trigger, and then wondering why nothing was happening, why it wasn’t shooting even as I heard my father’s gun go off. I had, of course, forgotten to pull the hammer back. I wanted to cry, but didn’t. There would be other times, other opportunities.
It was the last time I would ever shoulder that gun. It would be my only contribution to its story. A few months later, my parents divorced and my father packed his things, fled to New Mexico. The gun went with him. It would, he said, be waiting for me when I was old enough to keep it on my own.
He stored the gun at my grandparent’s house in Albuquerque. Not long after, one of my cousins snuck into their house and stole it, pawned it for drug money. It was never recovered.
I have my own guns now, and with each year they’re slowly etching their own stories so that hopefully, when I give them to my sons, I will be giving something of myself as well. But I often think about that gun, that first and only hunt with my father, the quail I missed. I think about all the people in my family who must have used that gun before me. And I think about a hungry woman on the side of a two-lane highway, looking at jackrabbits dancing in the heat.
I hope that someone like me wandered into whatever dirty little pawn shop my gun ended up in and saw it sitting in the rack. And I hope they recognized that it had a story, even if they couldn’t possibly know what that story was.
Chad Love writes for Quail Forever (Pheasants Forever’s quail conservation division) from Woodward, Oklahoma. He is a lifelong quail hunter and “bird dog guy” who also writes for Field & Stream, including the magazine’s “Man’s Best Friend” gundog blog.
Whose Shotgun Would You Want?
Thursday, July 21st, 2011
My mom bagged this ruffed grouse with her first shot using grandpa's Citori.
Chad Love, author of “Man’s Best Friend” blog on the Field & Stream website and fellow Quail Forever blogger, recently passed along a post idea for me. It seems that famed pheasant hunting author Steve Grooms has elected to sell his favorite pheasant gun, a 12 gauge over/under Ithaca model 600 made by SKB. It got me thinking about shotguns and if there’s one out there I’d aspire to one day own.
My first thought went to a recent book about Ernest Hemingway’s guns. Ultimately I’d prefer to possess the fishing rod & reel Hemingway used in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula – my home stomping grounds – while penning the Big Two-Hearted River, more than any of Ernie’s firearms. Teddy Roosevelt came to mind as well, but ultimately I’m not particularly infatuated with owning famous people’s things.
For me, I think someday I’d like to inherit both of my grandpa’s shotguns. My Grandpa St.Pierre passed away last fall leaving my dad with a matching 12 and 20 gauge Winchester Model 12 pair. Likewise, my Grandpa Maurer left his 20 gauge Browning Citori featherlight to my mom when he passed a few years back. All three of those guns carry on my family’s hunting traditions; something shared by both sides of my heritage. That’s something I’m proud to be a part of and represent in my last name.
Is there someone else’s shotgun out there you hope to shoulder one day?
The Pointer is written by Bob St.Pierre, Pheasants Forever’s Vice President of Marketing. Follow Bob on Twitter @BobStPierre.
A Series of Lovely Paintings
Thursday, July 14th, 2011
“I felt strange and somewhat rude as I walked in behind the point and honor – I was a man walking into what was so much like a famous painting that I almost had to laugh. But, if you’re lucky, that’s what a lot of quail hunting is – a series of lovely paintings that we walk into and out of all day long.”
Gene Hill, from My Respects to Mr. Bob
A classic Lynn Bogue Hunt print.
I believe that is my all-time favorite literary quote about quail hunting. I lifted it from Hill’s contribution to “The Bobwhite Quail Book” by Lamar Underwood. The edition I own was published in 1981 by the Amwell Press to commemorate the 15th anniversary of the Grand National Quail Hunt in Enid, Oklahoma. It’s a mint, limited-edition, slipcased copy that I found while perusing a thrift store. I paid a dollar for it. Sometimes even I get lucky.
This particular copy is number 61 of 500 and signed by Underwood, who was the longtime editor of Sports Afield and a die-hard bird hunter. And “The Bobwhite Quail Book”, first published in 1980, is one of the best collections of quail hunting sporting literature ever put together. I think it’s still in print today, but early editions are fairly rare.
And it’s also something of an artifact in that it represents something that is – for the most part – long gone, at least outside the rather cloistered world of bird hunters. I’m not even sure you could publish a new book like this today. In today’s slick, frenetic, lifestyle-branded world, words - thoughtful words - about hunting sometimes seem a little archaic, a little too 20th-Century parochial. Of course, those very qualities are what draw many of us to quail hunting and dogs in the first place. It doesn’t always have to be “extreme,” right?
So those of us enchanted with such things must seek our literary solace in musty old pages and in what stories we can find among our online kindred. I sometimes find it difficult to convey to even my deer hunting-but-non-bird-hunting friends what it is I find so appealing, so haunting about hunting quail behind dogs.
So I must rely on quotes like Hill’s to paint the picture when my stammering words seem so inadequate, because it so perfectly encapsulates what it is we seek in this obsession with gundogs: those moments of utter perfection and ethereal beauty that flash-burn themselves into our consciousness and leave softly ghosting images that stay with us long after the moment – and the dogs themselves – are gone.
Do you have a favorite quail-hunting quote?
Chad Love writes for Quail Forever (Pheasants Forever’s quail conservation division) from Woodward, Oklahoma. He is a lifelong quail hunter and “bird dog guy” who also writes for Field & Stream, including the magazine’s “Man’s Best Friend” gundog blog.
A Little Quail-Themed Flair for Your Ride
Friday, July 8th, 2011
bird-hunting vanity for a good cause...
One of America’s favorite pastimes, it seems, is festooning our vehicles with what Office Spacecreator Mike Judge called “pieces of flair.” Big stickers, little stickers, funny stickers, serious stickers, tacky stickers; no matter your personality or worldview, there’s a decal, sticker or personalized tag with which to proclaim to the world what you’re all about.
Personally, I’m not too big on pieces of vehicle flair (other than group affiliations like Quail Forever) and the ones I do have are generally low-key and understated, but I have to admit I really want this. It’s a special license plate issued by the state of Oklahoma to help fund wildlife programs. The state of Georgia has a similar plate program.
Besides being a darned handsome license plate, the $38 dollar initial cost and $36.50 annual renewal fee goes straight into the state’s wildlife conservation work. You can even customize (within the five-character limit) what you want it to say. It’s the best of both worlds: you get one of those IM2COOL-esque vanity plates, but with a guilt-free social consciousness.
Sounds like a win-win to me. Only problem is, I’m having trouble trying to decide what I want to say in five characters. QUAIL? MRBOB? POINT? WHOA?
Any suggestions?
Chad Love writes for Quail Forever (Pheasants Forever’s quail conservation division) from Woodward, Oklahoma. He is a lifelong quail hunter and “bird dog guy” who also writes for Field & Stream, including the magazine’s “Man’s Best Friend” gundog blog.
National Movement to Get Kids Outdoors
Thursday, June 16th, 2011
PF chapters sponsor summer camps around the country - a great way to both play and learn in the outdoors.
There really is a concern all over the country about kids not getting outdoors and many organizations are joining forces to try to do something about this. One of the most recent groups to form, and both Pheasants Forever and Quail Forever are members, is the Outdoors Alliance for Kids, better known as OAK. This national alliance is working to reconnect children, youth and families with nature and the outdoors for their health and the health of the planet. OAK has created a Get Your Nature On challenge to support the Let’s Move Outside Campaign to end childhood obesity within one generation. Did you know that one in three children are now considered obese? I don’t know about you, but that statistic really bothers me. To get our young people healthy, we have to get them outdoors and active.
If you would like to get involved in the Get Your Nature On challenge, go to Outdoors Alliance for Kids and you can sign up to take the challenge, report what you are doing and even earn patches.
Pheasants Forever’s No Child Left Indoors® initiative is all about getting kids outdoors and teaching them activities they can use for a lifetime, like shooting, hunting, fishing, archery, camping. With the help of our chapters, kids not only get to experience such activities, they get to spend time with adults who care that they have a positive experience. Most of our events encourage family participation too. We even like to have the dogs come along!
Summer is a great time to be outdoors. Please make sure you are taking a kid with you!
Get ‘em Outdoors is written by Cheryl Riley, Pheasants Forever’s Vice President of Education and Outreach.
Eight Days Left to Get Your Friend Enrolled in the CRP
Wednesday, April 6th, 2011
4 million acres are currently available for CRP enrollment, but the April 15th deadline is fast approaching.
If you are a member of a conservation group like Pheasants Forever or Quail Forever, then you are probably familiar with Action Alerts. We typically email these “calls to action” when we need our members to contact an elected official about a piece of legislation that’s gone awry. Some folks are comfortable making a call to a politician, but many are not.
My Action Alert for you today is a much easier task. I am requesting everyone who is reading this blog to make a single phone call to a friend. We all have friends who have talked about enrolling land in the Conservation Reserve Program but who have never taken the next step to learn about their options for enrollment. Today – right this very moment, because we are running out of time – a single phone call can help add habitat to the landscape.
We currently have 8 business days remaining in what will likely be the only general CRP signup of 2011. In fact, this is only the second general CRP signup opportunity that has occurred in the last 7 years. The window officially closes next Friday, April 15th.
So, if you’ve got a friend, family member or acquaintance who owns a little land, give them a shout and ask them to stop by their local USDA Service Center to see if CRP is an option on their property. They will likely thank you for the reminder.
The Pointer is written by Bob St.Pierre, Pheasants Forever’s Vice President of Marketing.
What is the Difference between a Birder and a Bird Hunter?
Wednesday, March 16th, 2011
Bird hunters support wildlife habitat conservation through license sales, excise taxes, and projects funded by conservation groups.
Last Saturday morning on FAN Outdoors radio, host Billy Hildebrand and I interviewed one of our favorite guests, naturalist Stan Tekiela. The topic of the morning was bird watching.
Did you know that according to a U.S. Fish & Wildlife Service study published in 2001 that one in five Americans are considered birders, or bird watchers? That ratio represents 46 million people! Compare that with the fact there are 2 million pheasant hunters and 1 million quail hunters in the U.S. Quite the difference!
Stan described a birder as a person that likes to be outside, is passionate about wildlife, is a conservationist and cares about the environment. As Stan talked about bird watching and the people that consider themselves birders, I couldn’t help but notice the similarities in profiles to Pheasants Forever or Quail Forever members. The primary differences between the two groups are a birder collects his/her quarry with a list or a camera, while a bird hunter bags the targeted species with a shotgun, and both thinks the other is a little bit crazy.
Stan also brought up the fact that birders have been major beneficiaries of the hunting community’s financial contributions for decades. It has always been hunters who have contributed to wildlife habitat through license sales, excise taxes, and projects funded by conservation groups like Pheasants Forever & Quail Forever, Ducks Unlimited, and the Ruffed Grouse Society. Imagine if we could figure out a way to get 46 million birders to make even a fraction of the contribution that hunters do!
I’ve been thinking about the comparison between bird hunters and birders all week. As an admitted bird hunting addict and non-birder, I wonder if birders are subconsciously acting out the human instinct to be hunter-gatherers. Birders complete the entire ritual of a hunt, but ultimately “capture” in a photo album or on a list rather than in the frying pan. Although I’m certainly biased toward bird hunters, I believe a better understanding of each other would broaden hunters’ view while deepening the birders’ respect of us.
What do you think is the difference between a bird hunter and a bird watcher?
Podcast the FAN Outdoors interview with Stan Tekiela
The Pointer is written by Bob St.Pierre, Pheasants Forever’s Vice President of Marketing.
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