Bob Peters
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I had done some map scouting and worked out a plan for my pipe dream hunt. It revolved around a sleepy piece of public ground that I've hunted twice before. The first time, as I was cooking a cheeseburger on my portable grill in the parking lot, an eccentric but not unfriendly adjacent landowner pulled up to chat. He was slightly older, smoking a cigarette, and probably not in the best of health. He asked about the hunting and before I could say a word remarked that there's just not any birds on this piece anymore. Not wanting to counter his narrative, I agreed with him. After awhile he drove off, and inside I was relishing the next time I could hunt this piece again, because it had proven so fruitful and had produced multiple roosters for the game bag and many others who got away. I'm sure as I type this the multitude of birds currently roosting on this very property would astound a great many people. A forgotten corner of the state that didn't show as an area flush with pheasants back when the roadside counts were done. Nevertheless, it has not nor ever will be forgotten by me. Barring an act of God or Nature I will be there again sometime in the future, chasing the abundance of roosters which call this place home. Dreams of the fall, hunting wild birds, and following a good bird dog through excellent cover... this keeps me going day in and day out.
I had done some map scouting and worked out a plan for my pipe dream hunt. It revolved around a sleepy piece of public ground that I've hunted twice before. The first time, as I was cooking a cheeseburger on my portable grill in the parking lot, an eccentric but not unfriendly adjacent landowner pulled up to chat. He was slightly older, smoking a cigarette, and probably not in the best of health. He asked about the hunting and before I could say a word remarked that there's just not any birds on this piece anymore. Not wanting to counter his narrative, I agreed with him. After awhile he drove off, and inside I was relishing the next time I could hunt this piece again, because it had proven so fruitful and had produced multiple roosters for the game bag and many others who got away. I'm sure as I type this the multitude of birds currently roosting on this very property would astound a great many people. A forgotten corner of the state that didn't show as an area flush with pheasants back when the roadside counts were done. Nevertheless, it has not nor ever will be forgotten by me. Barring an act of God or Nature I will be there again sometime in the future, chasing the abundance of roosters which call this place home. Dreams of the fall, hunting wild birds, and following a good bird dog through excellent cover... this keeps me going day in and day out.