Yesterday was opening day here in Utah and the thrill of a rooster erupting out of the weeds still scares me half to death, just as it did when I was 12. I was fortunate to be raised in a small farming community and have access to some prime pheasant habitat. One spot, in particular, is a slough behind an old abandoned feed lot. This spot is "the spot" for a mid day hunt, as the pressured birds head to this slough for safety. I had some obligations that I needed to take care of early in the morning, but was able to get out and hunt shortly after noon. As I was walking across the feedlot to the slough, I came across two or three tumbleweeds bunched up against the cement feed row. Not paying much attention, I stepped into the tumbleweeds and two roosters came exploding out. Two shots later and I was done for the day - in my opinion, there is not a more gorgeous bird on earth than a rooster pheasant!
In Utah, there is no season or limit for Eurasian doves, so I spent a little time chasing them around. Pheasant fajitas and jalape?o bacon wrapped doves are for lunch today! Needless to say, I never made it to the slough, but I will this week sometime!
In Utah, there is no season or limit for Eurasian doves, so I spent a little time chasing them around. Pheasant fajitas and jalape?o bacon wrapped doves are for lunch today! Needless to say, I never made it to the slough, but I will this week sometime!