Yeah at least four guys.Good data on what size group risks grabassery.
Is it possible to have more than 3 guys without grabass spontaneously breaking out? Are there any techniques to defend against the phenomenon?Yeah at least four guys.
That's why they are so good. It's like those roosters said something under their breath as they were leaving.
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.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'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.Good data on what size group risks grabassery.
Isn't that part of the job description of a pheasant hunter?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.
Oh, I realize you weren't talking about what happens when young men are alone, sheep herding, in that state below you.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.
Well, driving a suburban, having a dog trailer, shooting a Gucci gun, that's all grab ass.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.
Haha, I wouldn't mind having one of those JCW sweatshirts lolIsn'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 can't believe it. The t-shirt didn't work!
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.
Best part, they age like fine wine.
Why do you have a flashlight on your gun?@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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Umm, keeps my hands free after the sun goes down? Do you hold your flashlight in your shooting hand or off hand when bird hunting after dark?Why do you have a flashlight on your gun?
Most known you mount it underneath the barrel!Umm, keeps my hands free after the sun goes down? Do you hold your flashlight in your shooting hand or off hand when bird hunting after dark?
That's not a bad idea! I'd be able to see my bead again if I did that!Most known you mount it underneath the barrel!