HUNTING -- Luckily, I could pass the time this morning listening to the last of the NPR Sunday morning news program as I waited for the fog to lift, but my dog was more than anxious to get out.

When I finally had couple hundred yards of visibility over the Palouse, I put my English setter, Scout, on the ground and we swept through the frosty landscape trying to get the most out of the late phase of the pheasant hunting season.

Tip:   Go for gentle terrain.  Since last weekend, the slopes have been coated with thin snow or ice, making steep hills treacherous for walking, especially side-hilling.  I aborted a chukar hunt last Sunday for fear of killing myself, and things haven't improved too much.