The Bird Man Prophecies | 50 Words or Less | Vol. 1

The Dog snores from under the desk, part of which is covered by the vice and the detritus of it’s accomplices. Sunscreen has reclaimed its spot in the center console and the rod tube lolls back and forth as the mountain road curves.

Fall may be the island towards which we swim all year, but spring is where we wade those first few steps.

It’s that time of year.

- by Michael Neiduski

About the Bird Man:  Mike Neiduski grew up a deer hunter on a small family farm in New England. College, a move to the midwest, and a bird dog puppy opened his eyes to public lands, conservation, and so much more. He and his dogs are equally at home chasing bobwhites, woodcock, and the elusive Appalachian ruffed grouse here in North Carolina as they are pursuing prairie grouse and pheasants in the Heartland. When not training dogs, fly fishing, or running cast iron in the kitchen, you can find him writing about the same, and working as a major gift officer to fund conservation.