Shorthair Hunters
Member
Started Saturday morning at a WIA 13 degrees, blue sky's, and the morning sunrise. flushed a rooster and hen at the end of the field with the rooster flying directly at a farmers house resulting in no shot. Headed to a farmers property and after talking to him for a bit myself and Orley my GSP headed for his corrals and wheat fields. As i passed the end of the tree row i was met with a blast of bitter cold wind that i had for the rest of the day. Orley and i hunted the fields putting up a few hens until we walked a weedy corral where she pointed three roosters allowing me to put one down as the other two flew towards the farmers house. We then went to his property corner and walked his retaining pond flushing 3 more roosters which i missed the first one allowing the closer ones to flush just feet from me. We headed down the ditch by the road not being able to hear anything over the wind. Out of the corner of my eye i caught a rooster flushing and then falling to the ground form my gun shot. 2 down one to go so we pushed towards the end flushing another but just out of reach. Took pictures and had an early lunch before heading to our next farmers fields where we struggled getting thru the shoulder high weeds flushing 5 hens and a rooster that dropped at the first shot then like last time two more roosters flushed closer to me. knowing that i had my limit i watched them fly and headed towards the downed bird. 20 minutes later i was wishing those two were still here since we were unable to locate the downed bird. It was so thick so dry and dusty Orley just couldn't get a scent and it was all i could do to even see my legs let alone a bird that either ran off or is buried.
With the weather moving in and an earlier text from a friend of road conditions i decided to call it a day and head home. With a smile on my face and a very tied 9 year old hunting buddy we thanked the Pheasant gods and started looking forward to the next weekend.
With the weather moving in and an earlier text from a friend of road conditions i decided to call it a day and head home. With a smile on my face and a very tied 9 year old hunting buddy we thanked the Pheasant gods and started looking forward to the next weekend.