KBell
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My son had to leave me yesterday evening.
After breakfast Sophie and I do a quick review of our options. We can drive home We can hunt public We can find a recently picked cornfield and knock on a few doors.
I learned a couple of years ago that the drainage ditches are darn near impossible to hunt alone.
We choose option three as I am sure most of you can determine. How do we know its freshly picked corn? The color and condition of the field are great indicators. Doesn't hurt to ask also.
We locate our first target. It looks perfect. We have a draw and a thicket in a slough that appears freshly picked. We are at 8:20 in the a.m. We approach the likely owner--no one home. I shrug as I know we are driving away from some birds but permission is the key to a successful hunt. As we travel on I notice we are now north of Marathon. Dang if the truck doesn't know where the birds are too!
Our next target looks promising. I notice a snakeweed filled ditch and a quarter mile slough with two weedy fence lines in the section. We meet Don who is loading a trailer on the side of his machine shop. I don't even ask to hunt. We talk the Hawkeyes, weather, and the harvest. Health is our next topic as Don appears to be in my age range. Finally the question of "I suppose you are wanting to hunt" arises. I get the corn was a little late and that some relatives are planning a Thanksgiving hunt. I share my appreciation of family and am certain I will need a new target when Don shares that "I can't get too many" when considering me for the day. I assure Don that three would be the ultimate goal and get to hunting.
I check the wind and the time at the slough entrance. We are now at 9:15 a.m. and the wind is picking up to SW at 10mph. I notice it anyway. Our first trek is across the picked corn to the opposite end of the slough. Sophie looks at me two or three times to share "what the hell are we doing not using the wind?" and three times spins to lock on point in the cover to flush hens. When training early I purposely put the pup in wind disadvantage to see if they will adjust. Sophie passed this "test" long ago.
We finally make it to the opposite end of the slough. Sophie is into the wind now and "enveloped" with scent. Our first three flushes are hens. Two pointed and one wild. Quartering away and crossing me yields point number one. He is a cackler and climbing when the prairie storm 5's end his journey. This year's bird-early hatch. We continue on. Our next point is a hen. As she flies she causes a rooster--he appears to be last year's hatch-to take flight with her. As they travel down the slough Sophie is already back to work. The next point is at first caused when Sophie is heading back to me. A quick 180 and we are on a staunch point. I close in for the flush. Rooster two is straight away and quickly in the bag. Our next point is a double hen flush. Sophie refuses to leave the area. More birds I though to myself. I collect Sophie and go back thirty yards to "reenter" the area. Rooster three takes to the air as Sophie pins him on the right edge. He takes a left to right flight path and I have "all day" to swing and pull the trigger. He piles up nicely in the cut corn and our second day at Pocahontas is done. A twin to bird number one as he is an early hatch this year's bird. I recollect that we have covered about 400 yards.
I do love hunting freshly picked corn fields!
After breakfast Sophie and I do a quick review of our options. We can drive home We can hunt public We can find a recently picked cornfield and knock on a few doors.
I learned a couple of years ago that the drainage ditches are darn near impossible to hunt alone.
We choose option three as I am sure most of you can determine. How do we know its freshly picked corn? The color and condition of the field are great indicators. Doesn't hurt to ask also.
We locate our first target. It looks perfect. We have a draw and a thicket in a slough that appears freshly picked. We are at 8:20 in the a.m. We approach the likely owner--no one home. I shrug as I know we are driving away from some birds but permission is the key to a successful hunt. As we travel on I notice we are now north of Marathon. Dang if the truck doesn't know where the birds are too!
Our next target looks promising. I notice a snakeweed filled ditch and a quarter mile slough with two weedy fence lines in the section. We meet Don who is loading a trailer on the side of his machine shop. I don't even ask to hunt. We talk the Hawkeyes, weather, and the harvest. Health is our next topic as Don appears to be in my age range. Finally the question of "I suppose you are wanting to hunt" arises. I get the corn was a little late and that some relatives are planning a Thanksgiving hunt. I share my appreciation of family and am certain I will need a new target when Don shares that "I can't get too many" when considering me for the day. I assure Don that three would be the ultimate goal and get to hunting.
I check the wind and the time at the slough entrance. We are now at 9:15 a.m. and the wind is picking up to SW at 10mph. I notice it anyway. Our first trek is across the picked corn to the opposite end of the slough. Sophie looks at me two or three times to share "what the hell are we doing not using the wind?" and three times spins to lock on point in the cover to flush hens. When training early I purposely put the pup in wind disadvantage to see if they will adjust. Sophie passed this "test" long ago.
We finally make it to the opposite end of the slough. Sophie is into the wind now and "enveloped" with scent. Our first three flushes are hens. Two pointed and one wild. Quartering away and crossing me yields point number one. He is a cackler and climbing when the prairie storm 5's end his journey. This year's bird-early hatch. We continue on. Our next point is a hen. As she flies she causes a rooster--he appears to be last year's hatch-to take flight with her. As they travel down the slough Sophie is already back to work. The next point is at first caused when Sophie is heading back to me. A quick 180 and we are on a staunch point. I close in for the flush. Rooster two is straight away and quickly in the bag. Our next point is a double hen flush. Sophie refuses to leave the area. More birds I though to myself. I collect Sophie and go back thirty yards to "reenter" the area. Rooster three takes to the air as Sophie pins him on the right edge. He takes a left to right flight path and I have "all day" to swing and pull the trigger. He piles up nicely in the cut corn and our second day at Pocahontas is done. A twin to bird number one as he is an early hatch this year's bird. I recollect that we have covered about 400 yards.
I do love hunting freshly picked corn fields!