My group hunts west river, every year, on a farming family’s properties. They have a really nice, fully furnished farm house we stay in. Everything is there for us to use except our food, drink, and hunting gear. We bring our own dogs and portable kennels and crates and they stay in an insulated barn that’s behind the house. We clean and package our own birds.
The farmer takes his own pickup and goes with us every day. He takes us to their various places, gives advice on how to hunt the place we’re at, and then drives to where we’ll end up. He will get out and block for us when we get within 100-200 yards of him. He’ll be carrying a shotgun while blocking and usually takes a bird or two each day, which he’ll take home. We then all load up ourselves and the dogs in his pickup and he hauls us back to our rigs.
We each pay $350/day to hunt, which includes everything previously described. When our week of hunting concludes, we settle up with him and each of us gives a generous tip. I bring a couple of cases of good beer and a mesquite smoked brisket I’ve cooked as gifts for our farming family hosts.
I look at it like this, my wife grew up on a dry land cotton farm in west Texas. Farming is hard work and not very profitable. The family we hunt on supplements their income by doing pheasant hunts, and I’m happy to pay for that privilege.
I’ve got 7 good pointing dogs, and I don’t mind paying for good hunting and lots of wild bird exposure for my dogs. I don’t play golf, I don’t gamble, and don’t drink much. My annual trip to South Dakota is my big extravagance of the year, and I look forward to it all year. I plan on doing it until I physically can’t do it anymore, and am happy to pay for it.
When I quail hunt with friends and family around home, I’m in charge of everything, and I want everyone to have a good time and get some chances at taking some birds. It’s nice to go on one trip per year where somebody else has to worry about things and I can just hunt.