New hack: Will birds flock to me?

That's why they are so good. It's like those roosters said something under their breath as they were leaving.

When I hear them mutter something, I turn & at least give them a glare, if not actual words, to let them know I'll be back. Next weekend. Next season. Either way, they're mine.
 
I love my shotgun when it hits them.

Boss bismuth - check.

Dog - Honey is looking over my shoulder and says we've got that one covered.

There is that obsession tactic again -- check.

I do have an F350 plow truck with a 7.3 liter diesel. It provides moral support, as I don't take it hunting.

I suppose fashion is in the eye of the beholder. At least one person agrees with my hunting fashion choices, including me.

They are bastards, aren't they? Sneaky little bastards.

To war we go!

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The Pheasants Are Running
(To the tune of "Over There")

Verse 1:
From Minnesota, I’m bound to go,
With my shotgun ready to steal the show.
To South Dakota, where roosters hide,
We’ll flush them out with hunting pride!

Chorus:
Over there, over there,
Send the word, send the word, over there!
The pheasants are running,
The hunters are coming,
The birds won’t be safe anywhere!
So beware, say a prayer,
David’s coming with Honey — best beware!
And we won’t come back
'Til the bag is packed,
And it’s over, over there!

Verse 2:
Through golden fields and sky so blue,
Honey tracks with a nose that’s true.
She stalks, she points, and with a bound,
Another pheasant hits the ground!

Chorus (repeat):
Over there, over there,
Send the word, send the word, over there!
The pheasants are running,
The hunters are coming,
The birds won’t be safe anywhere!
So beware, say a prayer,
David’s coming with Honey — best beware!
And we won’t come back
'Til the bag is packed,
And it’s over, over there!

Verse 3:
We hunt with pride and steady aim,
Through brush and wind, we play the game.
With every shot, the skies will ring,
And back to camp, the birds we’ll bring!

Final Chorus:
Over there, over there,
Send the word, send the word, over there!
The pheasants are running,
The hunters are coming,
The birds won’t be safe anywhere!
So beware, say a prayer,
David’s coming with Honey — best beware!
And we won’t come back
'Til the bag is packed,
And it’s over, over there!
---

Thank you master Yoda.

I love my shotgun when it hits them.

Boss bismuth - check.

Dog - Honey is looking over my shoulder and says we've got that one covered.

There is that obsession tactic again -- check.

I do have an F350 plow truck with a 7.3 liter diesel. It provides moral support, as I don't take it hunting.

I suppose fashion is in the eye of the beholder. At least one person agrees with my hunting fashion choices, including me.

They are bastards, aren't they? Sneaky little bastards.

To war we go!

---

The Pheasants Are Running
(To the tune of "Over There")

Verse 1:
From Minnesota, I’m bound to go,
With my shotgun ready to steal the show.
To South Dakota, where roosters hide,
We’ll flush them out with hunting pride!

Chorus:
Over there, over there,
Send the word, send the word, over there!
The pheasants are running,
The hunters are coming,
The birds won’t be safe anywhere!
So beware, say a prayer,
David’s coming with Honey — best beware!
And we won’t come back
'Til the bag is packed,
And it’s over, over there!

Verse 2:
Through golden fields and sky so blue,
Honey tracks with a nose that’s true.
She stalks, she points, and with a bound,
Another pheasant hits the ground!

Chorus (repeat):
Over there, over there,
Send the word, send the word, over there!
The pheasants are running,
The hunters are coming,
The birds won’t be safe anywhere!
So beware, say a prayer,
David’s coming with Honey — best beware!
And we won’t come back
'Til the bag is packed,
And it’s over, over there!

Verse 3:
We hunt with pride and steady aim,
Through brush and wind, we play the game.
With every shot, the skies will ring,
And back to camp, the birds we’ll bring!

Final Chorus:
Over there, over there,
Send the word, send the word, over there!
The pheasants are running,
The hunters are coming,
The birds won’t be safe anywhere!
So beware, say a prayer,
David’s coming with Honey — best beware!
And we won’t come back
'Til the bag is packed,
And it’s over, over there!
---

Thank you master Yoda.
I think you might be OCD. You may need to take a break from bird hunting. Go out and play some golf in San Diego. And regroup.
 
Good data on what size group risks grabassery.
I'm not talking about actually grabbing somebody's ass, oh hell no, I'm talking about these big groups of guys and all these vehicles that surround these fields, and it just seems like total Overkill to me and that's why I call it grab ass because it's sort of. What's the word, social dycotimy.
 
I think you might be OCD. You may need to take a break from bird hunting. Go out and play some golf in San Diego. And regroup.
Isn't that part of the job description of a pheasant hunter?

We just heard from two of the foremost experts that obsession is an important part of this thing.

I've gotten a birdie in golf, and it isn't even close to getting the feathered type that hang out in frozen sloughs and gorge themselves on corn and beans.

Clearly, you just don't want me to thin out the population in your newfound slice of heaven. Not to worry. I'll leave at least 1 rooster per 200 hens, so you can shoot some juniors next season. ;)
 
I'm not talking about actually grabbing somebody's ass, oh hell no, I'm talking about these big groups of guys and all these vehicles that surround these fields, and it just seems like total Overkill to me and that's why I call it grab ass because it's sort of. What's the word, social dycotimy.
Oh, I realize you weren't talking about what happens when young men are alone, sheep herding, in that state below you.

Definitely a dichotomy between how we hunt and how they hunt. I'm just trying to narrow down the specifics that lead to a formal finding in the grabass taxonomy.
 
Oh, I realize you weren't talking about what happens when young men are alone, sheep herding, in that state below you.

Definitely a dichotomy between how we hunt and how they hunt. I'm just trying to narrow down the specifics that lead to a formal finding in the grabass taxonomy.
Well, driving a suburban, having a dog trailer, shooting a Gucci gun, that's all grab ass.
 
Isn't that part of the job description of a pheasant hunter?

We just heard from two of the foremost experts that obsession is an important part of this thing.

I've gotten a birdie in golf, and it isn't even close to getting the feathered type that hang out in frozen sloughs and gorge themselves on corn and beans.

Clearly, you just don't want me to thin out the population in your newfound slice of heaven. Not to worry. I'll leave at least 1 rooster per 200 hens, so you can shoot some juniors next season. ;)
Haha, I wouldn't mind having one of those JCW sweatshirts lol
 
I can't believe it. The t-shirt didn't work! :cry:

I got here at 1 pm, and a truck from MN and one from WI were in *my* favorite honey hole! The nerve of some people! I tried a new place that was a dud and then went to the same place I have now started the past 3 weeks with (including today), where the birds are wilder than Goose's cousin's girlfriend, but there are generally a lot of them. Yep, same behavior. But I did manage to get one that flushed upwind to the side of me and went over my head.

Now what do I do? I am in the middle of nowhere. I highly doubt the local grocery store will have Vienna sausages, let alone good butter.

Speaking of which, does Land O Lakes butter count as good butter, @Golden Hour, or is there some Gucci rating a butter must receive before it qualifies?

Oh yeah, I almost forgot. This area, where I had only seen one truck on public land (ditch hunting), in the past 3 weeks, had a restaurant full of different groups of hunters tonight. Pretty sure, like The Monkeys Paw, the shirt brought in other hunters instead of birds, as I intended. There was a hunter on the shirt. It did say South Dakota Pheasant Hunting. Didn't know it would be powerful enough to make people drop everything and overrun the town and hunting spots.
 
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I can't believe it. The t-shirt didn't work! :cry:

I got here at 1 pm, and a truck from MN and one from WI were in *my* favorite honey hole! The nerve of some people! I tried a new place that was a dud and then went to the same place I have now started the past 3 weeks with (including today), where the birds are wilder than Goose's cousin's girlfriend, but there are generally a lot of them. Yep, same behavior. But I did manage to get one that flushed upwind to the side of me and went over my head.

Now what do I do? I am in the middle of nowhere. I highly doubt the local grocery store will have Vienna sausages, let alone good butter.

Speaking of which, does Land O Lakes butter count as good butter, @Golden Hour, or is there some Gucci rating a butter must receive before it qualifies?

Oh yeah, I almost forgot. This area, where I had only seen one truck on public land (ditch hunting), in the past 3 weeks, had a restaurant full of different groups of hunters tonight. Pretty sure, like The Monkeys Paw, the shirt brought in other hunters instead of birds, as I intended. There was a hunter on the shirt. It did say South Dakota Pheasant Hunting. Didn't know it would be powerful enough to make people drop everything and overrun the town and hunting spots.

Kerrygold, unsalted, is a good, safe bet for quality butter. You can get some local butters that are off the charts, but they aren't the most accessible. Start with KG and see what you think. ;)

As for Vienna Sausages, you might be surprised where they're sold. Best part, they age like fine wine.
 
@Golden Hour - You didn't tell me just how powerful those Vienna sausages are. The mere talk of buying some put 3 birds in the bag in 80 minutes today. Those are some damn potent sausages!! 😲

I'm a little worried to try to get some at the grocery store. Not sure what would happen if hundreds of roosters attacked Honey and me. I only have 4 shots in my gun. It might be like the scene from The Birds, only much worse. 🫣

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@Golden Hour - You didn't tell me just how powerful those Vienna sausages are. The mere talk of buying some put 3 birds in the bag in 80 minutes today. Those are some damn potent sausages!! 😲

I'm a little worried to try to get some at the grocery store. Not sure what would happen if hundreds of roosters attacked Honey and me. I only have 4 shots in my gun. It might be like the scene from The Birds, only much worse. 🫣

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Why do you have a flashlight on your gun?
 
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