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cbass12

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Walked about 7 miles today in the eastern flint hills. Several walk in places and a kdwp property. Saw 3 birds total, shot 2 and the dog could only find one of them. Didn't see much but it was fun to get out with some good friends and a good dog.

 
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Shot a quail yesterday. Dogs could not find even though we searched for ten minutes where I marked the bird, walked away for ten minutes and searched again for ten minutes. Still could not find it. Came back an hour later and found it.

Shot another quail 45 minutes after the first one. Dogs easily found it.

When I shot the first quail, hairy dog was irritated with snow in its pad. Second bird, dog was not having problems with snow in its pad. Thinking scenting conditions improved as the day warmed.

Always in a foul mood when leaving a wounded bird in the field;
 
I have had my best luck this season in the western fringes of the Flint Hills. Much better than anything I've seen in North Central (which is my preferred stomping ground). Saw my first rolling flush ever in Kansas, when 20+ pheasants busted all around me and my dog like a covey of quail, which so overloaded my senses that I couldn't pick out hens from roosters until they were sailing 50 yards away. I took 2 long, poor shots and then just stood and watched successive waves of between 2 & 5 pheasants following the first group out of the field and over the horizon...

When it was all done and I had gathered my jaw up off the ground, a rooster flushed from not 5 feet behind me as I vainly tried to stuff 2 more shells into my shotgun.

Somehow, nothing about the story disappoints me.
 
duckn66 said:
Strange. Wonder if someone hunted those spots just prior to you getting there?
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I was thinking the same thing. It was the second spot we hunted and we didn't get there until about 10:45. Just glad I got a chance to shoot my new Stoeger 3020.
 
Saw my first rolling flush ever in Kansas, when 20+ pheasants busted all around me and my dog like a covey of quail, which so overloaded my senses that I couldn't pick out hens from roosters until they were sailing 50 yards away. I took 2 long, poor shots and then just stood and watched successive waves of between 2 & 5 pheasants following the first group out of the field and over the horizon...

When it was all done and I had gathered my jaw up off the ground, a rooster flushed from not 5 feet behind me as I vainly tried to stuff 2 more shells into my shotgun.

Somehow, nothing about the story disappoints me.
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Awesome story and attitude.
 
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