Penance in the Prairie

Or, why I will take a skillet shot when it presents itself...

“Do you think this is penance for that skillet shot on those rock ptarmigan in Alaska last August,” I asked my hunting companion Tyler Webster as we stopped to give water to the dogs.

“Yeah. I think it is.”

Tyler and I are both crazy for upland birds, but we’re not the “leather patches on our tweed jackets” kind of bird hunters. Tyler is from North Dakot…