Quote Originally Posted by RLBagley View Post
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. . .

Your video looked a little like an old hippie's reunion. Maybe we should look into AARP sponsorship.