beach004
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This is my sixth year hunting in South Dakota, each time flying out from North Carolina; this was the best. With my son-in-law and the best man from his wedding (who had never shot at a live bird before) we hunted five days, all but one of them without a dog, and were delighted to put 26 birds in the bag. The shirtsleeve weather probably helped (it vanished in a cloud of snow as we flew out); but really it was due to the kindness of Forum friends. Reddog called me out of the blue and invited us to leave the Platte area and hunt with him on private land west of the river--with his great dog! We hunted what I have learned to call smooth bromegrass--impossible without the dog--and strips of milo, where I believe at one point I saw 200 birds in the air, and was able to shoot my first double. Thank you SO much, Reddog!
Another day we joined SDJim on his acres of land, managed for birds; we were too close to a road to risk his adorable English setter, who's young and SDJim says has a fascination for the highway; but we hunted reeds around sloughs with great success, even so; just three to five of us, pushing slowly through the reeds, either randomly or toward a blocker; I don't think any pass failed to produce at least one rooster flush, regardless of the time of day; some put up 50 or more.
One night my young companions left me to hunt a mile of ditch; it was dead calm (in South Dakota??), and as it grew dark, the grasslands on either side of me sounded for all the world like a henhouse--cackling on every side, dozens and dozens of birds; couldn't shoot, of course; but it was such a thrill just to be there and listen to that sound.
I'll be 74 next year; but I reserved the same week at the same B&B; God willing, I can't wait to try again!
Reddog and our first bird
Slough of [non] Despond (see Pilgrim's Progress!)
Reddog and my double--thanks to his dog!
Another day we joined SDJim on his acres of land, managed for birds; we were too close to a road to risk his adorable English setter, who's young and SDJim says has a fascination for the highway; but we hunted reeds around sloughs with great success, even so; just three to five of us, pushing slowly through the reeds, either randomly or toward a blocker; I don't think any pass failed to produce at least one rooster flush, regardless of the time of day; some put up 50 or more.
One night my young companions left me to hunt a mile of ditch; it was dead calm (in South Dakota??), and as it grew dark, the grasslands on either side of me sounded for all the world like a henhouse--cackling on every side, dozens and dozens of birds; couldn't shoot, of course; but it was such a thrill just to be there and listen to that sound.
I'll be 74 next year; but I reserved the same week at the same B&B; God willing, I can't wait to try again!
Reddog and our first bird

Slough of [non] Despond (see Pilgrim's Progress!)

Reddog and my double--thanks to his dog!
