How to catch your Harris’s hawk

This was Monday. See the second picture? There's a net, a blanket, a lawn chair and a BC trap. On the way back from Denver I swung by Joe Philabaum's to pick up Farrah, from Joe's chamber, where she had been free lofted for a couple weeks and amply fed. She screamed at me when I opened the door and acted like a wild hawk. I went back to Houston as I was in a little hurry. The next day I headed back; failure not an option. I didn't think that she would just fly to my fist, but figured if I sat in the chair with a rat on my fist she would come. She did, so the more extreme options were not employed.

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