.....we arrived back in town yesterday.
Some friends and I had been planning a Kansas trip for months. But after many bad reports we started to second guess our choice of location. However due to good dog work, strategy, and a whole lot of luck we scratched together a great hunt.
As we headed east on the face of a major storm I couldn’t help but wonder how the chukar hunting would be back in Utah.
The weather reports called for fog and rain the next day, and boys, Mother Nature never lets you down.
We worked the dogs through some nice covers. The CRP grass in Kansas was usually rich, colorful, and tall.
Old farmsteads were in abundance, and were a great place to look for wild Bobwhite quail.
Kansas has both Mule & White-tailed deer. We saw both in a days travels.
I was able to hose this rascal before he and Jonesy got down to business (she decided he was worth pointing!)
After a day or so we started to get the hang of things.
You lookin’ at me?
Expansiveness...
Ageless.
Another quail covert.
Most of the birds we took were 2 years and older, a sign that populations were down. The spurs show the difference.
His 1st season.
An old timer’s last hoorah.
Little house...
Lots of Yucca grew there naturally.
Working some native grassland with yours truly.
After a push through the CRP.
These fella’s were all over.
As was this crop. We found it the key to happy hunting...
Point! Bwhntr’s English Pointer Hooch is steady as they come.
We pushed through strips of Milo to find these two wily roosters.
Here’s is one being retrieved by a young wirehair, Louie.
A good week.
Overall bird numbers were down but we managed a few each day. It made each bird that much more special. I see this becoming an annual thing....
Good to be back,
Caleb
