Toad
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Made my first trip west this weekend, hunted Friday and Saturday. Ouch. It was a serious butt-spanking by the birds.
Hit 100% WIHA on Friday on my way out, and saw a few rooster pheasants flushing ahead but got no shots on them. Found a few quail and bagged a single after not firing on the covey rise and switching shells before chasing them. Daisy did a really nice job, and had some nice points on the quail and a couple hens. Then met up with a friend and Daisy pointed a trophy-size dragon of a rooster in front of him, but he got buck fever and loaded the empty air around the bird with lead... :laugh: That bird was GIANT, I don't know how he managed to avoid hitting it, that's all I'm saying... :laugh:
Had a real nice whitetail buck run several hundred yards across private ground towards me, watching me and the dog the whole time, then jump the fence into WIHA about 30 yards in front of me, between me and the dog. Guessing he saw and heard us crashing through the brush like buffalo, and came over to see if there was any lovin' or fightin' going on. That buck needs to get his vision checked or this will probably be his last season on earth...
Saturday was a rough one. We were so excited about the fresh snow we could hardly contain ourselves. But that wore off... Hunted all private ground, and a fair variety of cover types, but no luck whatsoever on the pheasants. Daisy got a PC pointed, I shot it, and she retrieved it. That was the highlight of the day. After hunting phez cover from legal start until noonish, we said screw the pheasants and hit more quaily-looking cover and struck out there too. Then we tried to revisit a couple of the better WIHAs in the area late in the day, but one had hunters in it and the other skunked us.
Originally had planned to stay Saturday night and hunt my way home Sunday, but my buddy decided he and his dogs were done for the weekend so he headed home. The roads were pretty good by Saturday night, with a chance of overnight snow, so I decided to just head home too. One quail, one PC, zero pheasants in the bag.
The private ground we had access to had a lot of brome grass. I don't care for brome grass any time, but especially with snow it is no good for bird hunting. That's my main take-away from the weekend... I still hate brome grass. :cheers:
Hit 100% WIHA on Friday on my way out, and saw a few rooster pheasants flushing ahead but got no shots on them. Found a few quail and bagged a single after not firing on the covey rise and switching shells before chasing them. Daisy did a really nice job, and had some nice points on the quail and a couple hens. Then met up with a friend and Daisy pointed a trophy-size dragon of a rooster in front of him, but he got buck fever and loaded the empty air around the bird with lead... :laugh: That bird was GIANT, I don't know how he managed to avoid hitting it, that's all I'm saying... :laugh:
Had a real nice whitetail buck run several hundred yards across private ground towards me, watching me and the dog the whole time, then jump the fence into WIHA about 30 yards in front of me, between me and the dog. Guessing he saw and heard us crashing through the brush like buffalo, and came over to see if there was any lovin' or fightin' going on. That buck needs to get his vision checked or this will probably be his last season on earth...
Saturday was a rough one. We were so excited about the fresh snow we could hardly contain ourselves. But that wore off... Hunted all private ground, and a fair variety of cover types, but no luck whatsoever on the pheasants. Daisy got a PC pointed, I shot it, and she retrieved it. That was the highlight of the day. After hunting phez cover from legal start until noonish, we said screw the pheasants and hit more quaily-looking cover and struck out there too. Then we tried to revisit a couple of the better WIHAs in the area late in the day, but one had hunters in it and the other skunked us.
Originally had planned to stay Saturday night and hunt my way home Sunday, but my buddy decided he and his dogs were done for the weekend so he headed home. The roads were pretty good by Saturday night, with a chance of overnight snow, so I decided to just head home too. One quail, one PC, zero pheasants in the bag.
The private ground we had access to had a lot of brome grass. I don't care for brome grass any time, but especially with snow it is no good for bird hunting. That's my main take-away from the weekend... I still hate brome grass. :cheers:
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