Yesterday I grilled a a couple of Sharp-tail breasts from our hunt in Mid-Sept so today I had some leftovers to eat.
I didn't do anything fancy, just 2 types of cheese ( I like mine melted ) Mexican rice and the meat. It was pretty tasty.
Yesterday I grilled a a couple of Sharp-tail breasts from our hunt in Mid-Sept so today I had some leftovers to eat.
I didn't do anything fancy, just 2 types of cheese ( I like mine melted ) Mexican rice and the meat. It was pretty tasty.
Tasha and I met with our buddy, Tony, and his two shorthairs. For early December it was a balmy 45 degrees and a decent breeze. Tasha and I started by working the east edge of the field. She got a little birdie in a couple of spots but we didn’t move anything so we decided to head for the thicker cover. The wet sections including the pond are now frozen so we have access to the thickest cover on the property. I saw a fair amount of pheasant drippings in the cattails but all of the tracks looked a few days old but we kept moving from thick to thin cover hoping to move a bird to an area that we could get a good point. As we went to the North side of the thick cover I heard Tony take a couple of shots but saw the rooster flying onto the neighbors half of the property.
After pushing the thick stuff a bit longer we went back to the grass. My thinking is that with the warmer temps that we would see the birds in the thinner cover. We were rewarded a short time later with a nice point but it ended up being a hen. We worked the grass area for a bit longer but didn’t move anything. Back into the thick stuff we went.
Moving back into the thick stuff paid off as we moved six more birds, all hens. All of the birds were along the edge of the thick cover and not in the middle. I’m not sure if we were too early ( 2 pm ) to catch them moving to the food sources or if they had moved off of our side of the property.
Even though we didn’t see any roosters it was still nice to get out in the 40+ degree weather and it was fun for Tasha to get a good amount of bird stink in her nose. Tony and his dogs did and the one rooster and a number of hens also.
It was a good hunt considering that we were only in the filed for 90 minutes.
Gear Used.
Danner Sharptail boots
Final Rise Vest
15+ year old Columbia hunting pants.
Garmin Alpha 300
Dogtra t&b collars
It had been just over a week since our almost 7 yr old Val setter passed away after a hunt and I wasn’t quite ready to hunt again but our 12 yr old setter Tasha was tired of hanging around the house.
It was a fairly nice day, 50 dogs and a slight breeze. I loaded up and water and we set off into the field. She went on point almost right away, it was a nice point but it ended up being a hen. We worked the east end of the field which had a picked soybean field next to it. We had 2 more hen points. We turned and followed the south side of the property. Tasha was working a scent for half of the length when she locked up and this time I kicked up a nice rooster and I was able to bring it down with a shot. I was using my 12 ga Beretta semi auto with an improved choke and #6 shot.
We hunted about 2 hours… Tasha was doing well at 1:45 but was tired from the extra 15 minutes.
Gear:
Danner Vital Boots
CZ 12 GA Sharptail Target SxS Shotgun
Garmin Alpha 300 + T 5X Collars
Val with her pheasant 1 hr before she passed away on our way home |
Our wonderful gal Val ( 6yr 10 mos ) passed away last night on our way back from a hunt. We had been hunting by Albert Lea and she did great. Everything seemed normal after the hunt, she drank some water, ate a few biscuits while I loaded up everythingand field dressed her pheasant. I stopped about an hour into the drive to let her out to go to the bathroom. She was laying in her kennel, I thought she was asleep, I tried to rouse her but she didn’t get up. I couldn’t get her to come around. I took her to an emergency vet but she had passed. We did take her to the U of MN where they will do a necropsy on her. I have a suspicion that she drank some funky water. She came out of the cover a few times and was wet but none of the water that I saw looked weird or scummy.
We are crushed. She was just such a total sweet heart. On every hunt this year I was saying to myself I’d like to just copy her. She was a joy at home and out hunting.
A Mid Season Pheasant Hunt
The afternoon drew me back to the Albert Lea area, where we'd managed to bag a single bird on opening weekend. Despite temperatures climbing to an unseasonable 55 degrees, the sun and steady breeze made for promising hunting conditions.
The action started quickly, with Val pointing eight hens in succession. Working into a tailwind, she bumped a rooster at about 120 yards - a forgivable mistake given the challenging wind conditions.
Later, while trying to direct Tasha toward Val's position, I noticed Val intensely working a scent trail off in the distance. It turned out to be just another hen, but the dogs' enthusiasm never wavered. As we began making our way back to the truck, Val locked up on point. This time, the rooster held tight until I could close the distance. When the bird flushed, one clean shot brought it down.
The day wasn't over yet. Approaching the road, both dogs caught wind of something promising. Their behavior telegraphed what was coming - a magnificent rooster erupted from cover. Another single shot rang out, and our second bird of the day was in hand.
The warm weather might not have been ideal for late-season pheasant hunting, but with cooperative birds, steady dogs, and clean shooting, it turned into a successful afternoon in the field.