Originally Posted by
RLBagley
My first trip out to California, believe it or not, was in 1972. Bob Coleman was the charismatic Club President, and his oldest son Rob and I travelled out there together and stayed at the RanchHouse where his three peregrines had these curious "interchangeable bands."
I had a young pheasant-consuming female goshawk that we flew in the fields there around Sacramento, and came home with a secret location from Bob Sr. of a Prairie Falcon eyrie that produced large dark birds back in Utah.
First met Jimmy Adamson there on that trip, a hippie at the time in his VW Van with his Merlins, and it was just a magical, enthusiastic time in California falconry. . .
RB