Saturday was the opening of Pheasant season and this year I decided not to get a WMA (Wildlife Management Area) permit as I have in the past, so it’s a matter of learning how to hunt new areas. Doc and Mia got the call for this hunt.
I began the day jump shooting ducks but miscalculated the one opportunity that I got. We hunted a canal where I’d run into ducks before, but that morning there were none to be found. However upon returning to the truck, a pair of Mallards dropped in. I noted their location and then circled around to come on them with the sun to my back.
The ducks had swum across the water and climbed onto the bank, so there were no ripples to judge their location. The shadows from the low morning sun hid them and both flush upon seeing me, out of range.
From there I drove down to the river and began hunting the sage brush hillside where I’ve gotten both Pheasant and partridge. Not long after starting out, Mia went on point but couldn’t hold the bird, and a big rooster Pheasant flushed before I could get in range to shoot.
We hunted until noon without seeing another bird, and after lunch I drove to McTucker Springs. I’ve pretty much avoided hunting Pheasants there due to the heavy jungle of brush; on those occasions when I did hunt it, I’ve lost Mia for a few minutes. This time I was armed with a Garmin Astro 320 GPS that I’m field testing for Huntindawg.com.
We hunted for several hours and Mia bumped a couple of rooster Pheasants while working the willows, but there was no chance of getting a shot. I think that at least for the next few hunts, I’ll take the guys out individually to have some one-on-one hunting time with them.