Monday, November 24, 2014


A Muddy, Water Retrieved Pheasant. Nice find by Chief my Setter
I had a decent regular Pheasant season and was able to bag a few birds. Most were planters but I believe a couple were wild or were planters that had managed to eek out a living for a few weeks before the dogs and I came along. 

Hazel Working It

Last weekend my brother and wanted to try some new areas and traveled to a spot that was open for the late season hunt. We had some success. Again I think most of the roosters we bagged were planters. We encountered a lot of wind so when the birds took off they were into the wind quick so we had to get on them quick or they'd be gone. We saw some decent dog work and had some good shots to limit out.

Shawn's Dogs: Oakley and Sage. Mother and Daughter with Shawn's Trophy Bird. 

The Nasty Tailgate Shot. 2 limits! Hazel with the PhotoBomb.

Last Bird Of The Day. Cool perspective.

It was a nice day in a beautiful area. It was great to get the dogs out and watch them work. 

Sunday, November 9, 2014


Chief on Point
 I got up early this past Saturday with the plan to pheasant hunt for a couple hours in the morning and then head up to the mountains for a grouse hunt. It ended up being a very warm day. It is so dry this year. It's the second year in a row that it has been noticeably dry. Places where there has been ground water in the past are completely barren. Hopefully we have a good wet winter to combat this drought.

But the action we had that morning was enough to keep me down in the valley so I never left to go and chase grouse. We worked very hard and covered a lot of ground for the few birds we got. Both of my dogs were sore and tired and are not doing much the day after other than laying in the sun.

All though it wasn't the most productive day we still had a good time and saw some good dog work. My brother and nephew joined me with their 2 shorthairs. Together we have a good team of dogs and it's fun to watch them all work together. We also ran into some more Quail but no one could connect with those little buzz bombs. They are sure fun though. I wish we could get some more huntable populations in this area.

The Pack
The highlight of the day for me was when Hazel and I became separated from the rest of the group.
We were walking the top of a dike and she became all birdy. I could see the bird running then disappearing in the cover along the dike. Hazel ran up ahead of the bird and cut it off then came back towards me and relocated it and pointed it. The bird tried to run again away from us in a perpendicular line but had to cross some open ground. The bird stopped right at the edge of the cover. I could see it again and I believe the rooster saw me and knew that it was busted. It held for about 10 seconds and then decided to flush. I was able to knock it down. Hazel was on it and as she picked it up I yelled "Who's a good girl!' She stood there with that bird in her mouth, wagging her entire body and responded with a victory growl back to me. "ROOaaaWWrrOOWWW",  it was totally a Scooby Doo moment. It was almost like she was saying "Did you see that? I'm such a BadA$$" Sometimes with Hazel it's like owning a Wookie-dog and I never learned it's language. She's a hoot and so vocal. I thinks it's so cool and she cracks me up.

Bird Hazel Pointed And Retrieved For Me

Monday, November 3, 2014


For the first time in a decade I was unable to get out for the opening day of the Utah Pheasant hunt. I had been struggling with a virus that laid me up for a few days last week and Saturday morning I was still having issues. Sunday morning I couldn't contain myself and I was going hunting. Sickness be damned, I was going. I woke up to a perpetual downpour but was not going to be daunted. I grabbed my jacket, put on my upland chaps, grabbed a beater shotgun and went for it. 

Shaking off the rain
We arrived to our destination and the rain had subsided for the moment. I got myself ready and put the collars on the dogs and out we went. The first area we went into both dogs were excited but both were in control and hunting well. Within 5 minutes Hazel, my Pudelpointer, was on point. As I approached I could see the bird hiding in a thicket. It was a rooster and he was soaked and did not want to fly. Hazel held the bird well but eventually the bird bolted and I was able to drop it with my first shot. When Hazel brought it to hand it was obvious that this was a Utah DWR planter bird. Thin feathers and the tell-tell soft area on the beak where they keep blinders on them proved it. Oh well, it was a bird in the bag. The dogs were stoked.

That was pretty much the highlight of the day. It rained  all morning. Hazel had 2 more nice points on pheasants. One was in the tall fragmites. I had lost her for a few minutes and that's very unlike Hazel. I knew she was somewhere pointing a bird.  As I looked for her she held point until the rooster flushed. It was a nice fat bird with a long tail. Not a planter. It was at the edge of my range for a shot and if I wounded it, it would of been a tough  long,  retrieve in the fragmites so I didn't fire. I was glad to see how long Hazel held that bird. The other pheasant she pointed was a hen.

Hazel also pointed a small covey of california quail. When the first bird went up I was surprised, I was expecting a pheasant and had never seen quail in this area. By the time I got my wits back the rest of the covey was going up and was gone. I never got a shot. We tried to relocate them but they had flushed onto some private property that I couldn't access. It was a good day for Hazel.

Chief my Llewellin had 2 points on hens and one on a mean-eyed feral cat. The relationship quickly went south and got ugly. Hazel wanted some of the action but I called them both off the poor thing. It's been a while since they had been in a cat fight and both dogs were fired up afterwards. It was actually pretty funny and no one got hurt. 

After about 4 hours of slogging around in the rain I felt like we had had a good time and the dog work was good for the situation so I headed for home. Overall it was enjoyable. We saw 6 pheasants, 2 roosters (1 planter) and 4 hens plus a small covey of California Quail. Pretty productive in my opinion.

Hazel and her poor dumb bird that I'm grateful for
Even though we had a good time, I really wish the state would spend more money on securing more habitat or find ways to improve the pheasant and quail habitat we have rather than dump truck a bunch of pen raised birds into the wma's the day before the hunt every year. It's fun to shoot birds but I would rather shoot less and have more opportunities on wild birds. That is why I hunt. There is nothing cooler than bagging and old, wiley rooster. They are a prize. A little predator control and habitat management could go a long way. There are still a lot of rural areas in this state that could be awesome. Utah once had some good pheasant hunting.

A $10 upland stamp or a pheasant stamp could pay for a lot of habitat improvement. The state could buy some Surrogators® from Wildlife Management Technologies and build some healthy populations. Or use the money to buy some access to land or better yet acquire land and lease it back to farmers and give them strict guidelines on how to plant, leave shelter and food for wildlife and allow good ethical hunters access. I know most hunters would have no problem paying for it and once we got results the state could keep the program going to acquire more land and habitat. I would gladly pay much more for my license if the hunting was better and I'm sure others would too if given the opportunity. There's got to be a better way. It's just one hunters opinion and I'm full of ideas and (other stuff) I'm sure it's more difficult than I could imagine. I would love to see the DWR get more aggressive and think more outside the box. I'm personally not impressed with the Grand Slam Program and will be surprised if it's a success. There's my rant. Pheasant stamp yo!