This is a tiercel (male) northern Goshawk that I attempted to train and hunt with. He was a fine bird to man, easy going for a Gos. A magnificient creature.

Tucker and the Gos. Unfortunately I lost him after only having him for a couple months.

The beginning of something special. A Thanksgiving morning father-son hunt with Malachi during the first hard freeze and snow of the year. The lake was frozen so I popped the keels off the dekes and slid them out on the ice. I shot everything that came in that morning to the great excitement and celebrations of the five-year-old. The best of times!

Malachi, the little hunter in the blind. It was a wonderful experience for both of us.

Of course, Josiah could not be left out of the fun. This was his first hunt ever, a week later, and was also a great success, though he was less aware of his surroundings and the goings-on outside the blind than his older brother was. He was very excited about the "fox" that was shot by my buddy Greg, from the blind.