When my partner chooses to stay at home but then inquires about when I’ll be home from my travels along the Sporting Road, I reply, “Hey, I am out here working to feed the family and you are giving me a hard time about when I’ll be home?” She laughs and turns a blind eye.
Yet, when our daughter expresses that it’s time to leave the stream, as darkness approaches, my wife always replies, “Ok, let’s just catch one more fish.” And, our daughter willfully obliges making a few more casts.
Our horses neigh when the hunt is called, but the leap onto the trailer and the ones that are left behind always whinny.
And our travels afar always seem to end too soon.
And no one ever complains about the time spent hovering in our French kitchen to the smells of these delights in the pan nor even thinks of leaving the dining room table before the seventh course, as this time is spent enjoying the spoils of our adventures.
After publishing a couple of cookbooks, we decided to take our adventures online, both in the field and the kitchen. This site features evenings spent in a French kitchen, after days spent afield with paper shells, silk lines and fast horses.
We hope that you will travel through an invisible veil with us, into our world of the staunchest pointing dogs, fat trout always eager to take the fly, all the foxes you care to chase and good horses to follow them upon, and a bird in the oven and then some, on this Sporting Road from our adventures in:
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