quail hound
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Another day hunting the seemingly desolate hills that wild chukar haunt got me asking myself, what keeps me coming back?
Let's start off with what I know its not. Full game bags? Nope didn't pull a feather today. Comradery? Not even my brother likes hitting the hills with me. Do I do it for my dog? No, these hills aren't a springers forte. This kind of hunting is more suited for an all age type pointer. The occasional covey of quail is nice but I could move far more birds in a more hospital location.
So what is it? The sheer vastness of these hills, where you could walk all day long for weeks and barely scratch the surface? The creosote that's among the oldest living things on the planet who witnessed the first introductions of chukar and cheat? The bur sage concealing a road runner from sight? The seldom witnessed flight of said road runner? The last strong hold of our San Jaquine kit fox who will give you a glimpse if you're lucky? Or is it the pip of that quail covey at the bottom of that canyon, or that siren song "chuk chuk chuk chuk chhuukkaarr" coming from the next ridge over?
Yes these are the things that keep me coming back for more punishment, and I'll be back every chance I get.
Let's start off with what I know its not. Full game bags? Nope didn't pull a feather today. Comradery? Not even my brother likes hitting the hills with me. Do I do it for my dog? No, these hills aren't a springers forte. This kind of hunting is more suited for an all age type pointer. The occasional covey of quail is nice but I could move far more birds in a more hospital location.
So what is it? The sheer vastness of these hills, where you could walk all day long for weeks and barely scratch the surface? The creosote that's among the oldest living things on the planet who witnessed the first introductions of chukar and cheat? The bur sage concealing a road runner from sight? The seldom witnessed flight of said road runner? The last strong hold of our San Jaquine kit fox who will give you a glimpse if you're lucky? Or is it the pip of that quail covey at the bottom of that canyon, or that siren song "chuk chuk chuk chuk chhuukkaarr" coming from the next ridge over?
Yes these are the things that keep me coming back for more punishment, and I'll be back every chance I get.