Monday, December 21, 2009


Finally, I bagged a wild chukar this year. I've hiked my ass off and shot a lot of shells chasing these birds this year. They have become a real nemesis. It has been since last season that I was able to knock one down. I can relate to how Wile E. Coyote felt towards the roadrunner. When this bird dropped. It felt really good.
After the shot, the bird fell to the bottom of the canyon and Hazel didn't see it. I was yelling like a wild man trying to help her to find it. Probably confused the hell out of her.
Another bonus is that I shot this bird with my 28 gauge sxs. I usually hunt chukars with my 12 gauge but Saturday I figured "what the hell" and brought the 28. I will probably use it more now that I was able to kill this bird.
It sure felt good to get that monkey off my back. I apologize for the bad photo. All I had was a camera phone.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

09 Pheasant Hunt Opener

This past weekend we had the best pheasant hunt in Utah that I've had in years. Shot a limit each day we went out. The dogs did good and my shooting was good enough to put some birds in the bag. I was very pleased with Hazel's performance. She's progressing all the time. Shawn's 7 mos. old pup Sage, tore it up on Monday. I believe she had 4 points all on roosters. We all had a great time and I believe we have a great future hunting over these young dogs. I'm looking forward to it.

One highlight was Sage pointing a couple of roosters along a fence line. Shawn flushed the birds and was able to scratch one down. I walked over from another field and Shawn told me the story of what had happened. Eventually, the discussion changed to if and where we should go for lunch. Then looking past Shawn I noticed Hazel had been on point for who knows how long, just 15 ft. from were we were standing. I walked up and flushed another rooster and was able to knock that one down too. 3 birds all within 20 yards of one another.

Another favorite moment was at the very end of the day on Monday. It was late and we were all exhausted. We were heading back to the truck and we were nearly there when I told Shawn that we should walk over to this run-down old corral and lean-to I saw on the way in. I said "It just looks to good, we are going to walk over there and a big old rooster will be sitting there". I didn't know if there were any birds over there but the scene was too picture perfect to pass up. We walked over to it and sure enough up pops this old rooster and Shawn was able to knock it down. I love it when I call a shot like that. Below is a photo of Shawn with that bird. What a great ending to another great day.

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Oh Sh!t! I'm 40!

I turned the big 4-0 this week. I've been asked a dozen times "how is it to be middle-aged" and whether or not I'm OK with the passing of another decade? The answer is a definite, I'm alright with it. It hasn't really sunk in yet. I'm sure sooner or later I will have that mid-life crisis, go out and buy a Sebring convertible or whatever, but right now I'm very OK. I'm pretty happy with things so I'm sure that has a lot to do with how I'm feeling.

I had a good week. I took off most of the week from work and spent my birthday grouse hunting with my brother Shawn. We moved a few birds and I was able to bring one home. What more could you ask for. I came home and my kids sang happy birthday, we blew out some candles, I got some hugs and kisses and that was about it. It was pretty good as far as birthdays go.

I was able to fit in another grouse hunt this afternoon. Moved a few birds but it seemed that most of them were young/this year birds that just flew up into the nearest tree once we approached them. I could of brought home a couple but I didn't think that shooting them out of the trees was very sporting so I left them alone. Hopefully they will survive and make some more grouse for us to chase next year. I believe it was another successful week in the life of Brett.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009


While Chukar hunting last Saturday my brother, his son and 2 dogs ran into a den of rattlesnakes. Before they knew it, snakes were all around them. Callie, his accident prone shorthair, ran over the top of one and was bit on the foot.

Fortunately, it looks like she will recover and be just fine. But it is still early so we're keeping our fingers crossed. That poor dog has had a rough season.

My brother and his son got quite a scare. It was a good wake up call for us all. These creatures are around and abundant. When we enter into their habitat, we need to be aware. Chukars share the same habitat as these snakes so we need to be especially careful during the early parts of the hunting season.

Saturday, September 26, 2009

Morning Grouse Hunt

My friend Jeff and I were able to head up into the mountains for a grouse hunt this morning. The fall colors showed up this week and the mountains are beautiful. We are so lucky to have this kind of natural beauty just 25 minutes from our doorstep. I love Utah.

The weatherman claims we are getting mountain snows next week so we need to get out and enjoy the fall leaves while we can.

The hunting was slow but my dog Hazel did find and point this one ruffed grouse. It flushed before we could get into position but we found it and got the bird to flush once more. Jeff knocked it down with a difficult downhill shot among some thick spruce trees. You can tell he was pretty happy about it. 

I didn't even fire my gun today and thats fine. Its not just about shooting birds (although it is nice to bag a few). Being in the woods this time of year and helping a friend have the opportunity is reward enough. It was another great day.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

2009 Utah Grouse Opener

Finally, hunting season is here. Hallelujah!

Last week was opening day for the Utah upland game season. My brother, his son and I headed to central Utah with blue grouse on our mind. We had a great time and came home with 8 birds. Not bad for our first hunt of the year.

The weather and scenery were beautiful. The dogs worked hard and the birds were somewhat plentiful. Had a very good time. I was happy to see my nephew get into some birds.

The only downer of the trip was an injury to my brothers 5 year old German Shorthair Callie. Within the first hour she had to be crated for the day. She suffered a small gash on her chest. Must have ran into some sharp deadfall. The 2 pups had to take over for the day and did just fine. We washed and treated Callie’s wound with EMT gel and it looked like it was going to be OK. A week later she has only a small scab were we were worried that she was going to need stitches. EMT gel is good stuff, I highly recommend it to anyone who takes animals into the back country.

A bright spot is my young Pudelpointer Hazel. She is doing great. We still need to work on her steadiness on point but her desire and ability to find birds is amazing. This dog is birdy, birdy, birdy, almost to a fault. But, if I knock a bird down its almost guaranteed that it will end up in the bag. Her personality is great and she is a pleasure to hunt with. I love this dog.