​Winter hunting

'Twas the day before Christmas Eve and a deep snow had fallen over the earth.  The pheasants had returned from surrounding lands to hunker down in our cattails and Russian olives, venturing out into the barley and wheat fields for sustenance then returning to the draws and river bottoms with full crops.  For all the roosters that succumbed to our hunt, dozens flew away, making for the best pheasant hunting we have had all year, indeed, the last few years!

Snow is a boon.  Winter hunts can be incredibly productive.  Vigorous walking keeps the hands warm and the mind sharp.  The birds are incredibly beautiful as they burst into the snowy background, undulating to safety (most of them).  Hen numbers are high, rooster numbers are high.  We are grateful.

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