While planning for my next hunt I kept thinking back to my earliest memories of bird hunting beginning in the late '40s. I was raised around Meade, Haskell, and Seward counties, but I doubt if there was much difference in the other parts of the state. I am not one of those "old guys" who thinks everything was better in the good old days. Well, maybe somethings.
There were not many bird hunters in those days. Early and late day hunting saw people cruising the roads slowly and trying to spot a bird. The bird would dash off into the bar ditch and the hunter would jump out of the car and try to flush it. Ditches in those days were deep excavated troughs full of weeds, etc and there were miles of drifted tumbleweeds against the fence rows. My friend and I would leave town and walk for miles along the ditches and fences during the mid-day time to flush a bird. The first 25 years of my life I saw one bird dog. I never saw a deer, turkey, or antelope, and I was hunting before school, after school, week-ends, when ever the state said I could. Lots of farmers still lived on the farm and everyone had at least one covey of quail. Dry land farming was the norm but irrigation started to come along in the early 50s. I don't recall ever being refused when asking to hunt. In the '70s I lost contact with pheasant hunting for the most part as I moved to Texas and quail were king.
In the early '2000s I started back on the pheasant trail. I felt like I had been on an island isolated for 30 years. I couldn't believe the armies walking through the fields in hot pursuit. The sheer numbers boggled my mind. The equipment, dogs, vehicles, and everything associated with hunting had exploded. There had been a severe loss of habitat. I could no longer find the weedy ditches or the fence rows. Many of the roads had tracks where the tractors had turned around while farming right up to the road edge. The farmers had moved to town and permission took a little more doing. The best year I have seen lately was 2007 when my son and I counted 150 birds in a 3 mile stretch the day before season. The next morning he walked 50 yards and dispatched 4 birds and called it a day.
So, what is the point to this ramble. First point, in spite of some problems we got it good. Game numbers will fluctuate but overall the numbers and influx of deer, turkey make today a good deal. Unfortunately we cannot stamp out some of the unethical and unsportsmanlike conduct of a few. But, we can't always control the language people use around our small children or wild drivers etc. What we can do is think more about the fun of being able to get out and worry less about not getting our ego inflating limit. Two birds is as good as four. If you are in it for the meat it is one HELL OF A LOT CHEAPER TO GO to the store and buy some. While we all love to throw in our 2 cents the game management people are doing something right. When I compare the numbers today with 50 years ago it is positive. One thing they cannot control is the moisture. I think it is a simple equation moisture=birds. We can help provide cover with dollars but Nature is in charge of it ultimately. So. my suggestion is 1. If you can afford it get you a dog. Slam dunk on enjoyment. 2. Contribute what you can to programs to preserve habitat. 3. Legal hunting is a right but it is a privilege to be given permission to enter someone's land. Treat it accordingly. 4. Introduce someone to hunting and help them progress. It is lots more fun than cleaning some birds after dark in the cold wind when you are tired and hungry.
As individuals we have to decide for ourselves if the end result is worth it all. It can be if you do it right.
There were not many bird hunters in those days. Early and late day hunting saw people cruising the roads slowly and trying to spot a bird. The bird would dash off into the bar ditch and the hunter would jump out of the car and try to flush it. Ditches in those days were deep excavated troughs full of weeds, etc and there were miles of drifted tumbleweeds against the fence rows. My friend and I would leave town and walk for miles along the ditches and fences during the mid-day time to flush a bird. The first 25 years of my life I saw one bird dog. I never saw a deer, turkey, or antelope, and I was hunting before school, after school, week-ends, when ever the state said I could. Lots of farmers still lived on the farm and everyone had at least one covey of quail. Dry land farming was the norm but irrigation started to come along in the early 50s. I don't recall ever being refused when asking to hunt. In the '70s I lost contact with pheasant hunting for the most part as I moved to Texas and quail were king.
In the early '2000s I started back on the pheasant trail. I felt like I had been on an island isolated for 30 years. I couldn't believe the armies walking through the fields in hot pursuit. The sheer numbers boggled my mind. The equipment, dogs, vehicles, and everything associated with hunting had exploded. There had been a severe loss of habitat. I could no longer find the weedy ditches or the fence rows. Many of the roads had tracks where the tractors had turned around while farming right up to the road edge. The farmers had moved to town and permission took a little more doing. The best year I have seen lately was 2007 when my son and I counted 150 birds in a 3 mile stretch the day before season. The next morning he walked 50 yards and dispatched 4 birds and called it a day.
So, what is the point to this ramble. First point, in spite of some problems we got it good. Game numbers will fluctuate but overall the numbers and influx of deer, turkey make today a good deal. Unfortunately we cannot stamp out some of the unethical and unsportsmanlike conduct of a few. But, we can't always control the language people use around our small children or wild drivers etc. What we can do is think more about the fun of being able to get out and worry less about not getting our ego inflating limit. Two birds is as good as four. If you are in it for the meat it is one HELL OF A LOT CHEAPER TO GO to the store and buy some. While we all love to throw in our 2 cents the game management people are doing something right. When I compare the numbers today with 50 years ago it is positive. One thing they cannot control is the moisture. I think it is a simple equation moisture=birds. We can help provide cover with dollars but Nature is in charge of it ultimately. So. my suggestion is 1. If you can afford it get you a dog. Slam dunk on enjoyment. 2. Contribute what you can to programs to preserve habitat. 3. Legal hunting is a right but it is a privilege to be given permission to enter someone's land. Treat it accordingly. 4. Introduce someone to hunting and help them progress. It is lots more fun than cleaning some birds after dark in the cold wind when you are tired and hungry.
As individuals we have to decide for ourselves if the end result is worth it all. It can be if you do it right.