Bob Peters
Well-known member
I didn't post this is any state forum, it involves a trio. Iowa, MN, SD.
First off I was thinking Iowa. One guy in that forum was incredulous when I asked if I could find a spot at 8. Then I asked if showing up at 6 would get me a place? Another guy said the locals would be hot if I was in the parking lot before them and better to not go. My question turned into a gong show. I'll tip my cap to waterdog, he gave me an honest answer that he camps down there to get a spot. Then Gim asked, "if you're banging them up in MN, why leave?" Thanks Gim for talking sense.
Me and two buddies went in MN this morning. A slow walk turned into a fusillade of lead following flushing roosters. Nothing better than high brass magnum lead for ballistic efficiency. Our second spot was chosen by a fortuitous find of pheasants while en route to somewhere else. When bird after bird ran and flew off the private cornfield into public ground my buddies didn't need arm twisting to change the plan, putting boots and paws down here and now. Some average shooting and off the charts dog work, we were done in short order. Soon sucking down cold suds with a juicy bacon cheeseburger at the local watering hole all was right with the world, except a niggling feeling that it wasn't.
A limit of dandy roosters we had, but one. Man is fallible and so my best friend had cast a shadow upon us all. Letting his benelli bark on a youngster with no tail feathers and only a hint of color he had besmirched us all. The original sin of following the law but not ethics in a quest to satisfy bloodlust had overtaken him. I didn't pull the trigger but still felt a stain on my soul, what's a guy to do? I couldn't be mad at my buddy, he bought my beer and burger. The proper answer was a trip to sacred Indian ground in Saskatchewan seeking atonement....
Lacking time and passport, but overwhelmed by the need to cleanse this sin from a hunter's conscience I did the best I could. Surely hanging a limit of mature MN roosters on St. Peter's gate as a sacrifice to absolve my soul should put me back in good graces with the pheasant gods.
P.S. SD in 6 days
First off I was thinking Iowa. One guy in that forum was incredulous when I asked if I could find a spot at 8. Then I asked if showing up at 6 would get me a place? Another guy said the locals would be hot if I was in the parking lot before them and better to not go. My question turned into a gong show. I'll tip my cap to waterdog, he gave me an honest answer that he camps down there to get a spot. Then Gim asked, "if you're banging them up in MN, why leave?" Thanks Gim for talking sense.
Me and two buddies went in MN this morning. A slow walk turned into a fusillade of lead following flushing roosters. Nothing better than high brass magnum lead for ballistic efficiency. Our second spot was chosen by a fortuitous find of pheasants while en route to somewhere else. When bird after bird ran and flew off the private cornfield into public ground my buddies didn't need arm twisting to change the plan, putting boots and paws down here and now. Some average shooting and off the charts dog work, we were done in short order. Soon sucking down cold suds with a juicy bacon cheeseburger at the local watering hole all was right with the world, except a niggling feeling that it wasn't.
A limit of dandy roosters we had, but one. Man is fallible and so my best friend had cast a shadow upon us all. Letting his benelli bark on a youngster with no tail feathers and only a hint of color he had besmirched us all. The original sin of following the law but not ethics in a quest to satisfy bloodlust had overtaken him. I didn't pull the trigger but still felt a stain on my soul, what's a guy to do? I couldn't be mad at my buddy, he bought my beer and burger. The proper answer was a trip to sacred Indian ground in Saskatchewan seeking atonement....
Lacking time and passport, but overwhelmed by the need to cleanse this sin from a hunter's conscience I did the best I could. Surely hanging a limit of mature MN roosters on St. Peter's gate as a sacrifice to absolve my soul should put me back in good graces with the pheasant gods.
P.S. SD in 6 days
