The Prairie and What We May find There

•October 21, 2017 • Leave a Comment

In anticipation of the soon to start bird hunting season, I’ve been doing my best to figure out some opportunities to get Tucker within ‘nose’ of some wild birds. In every point of the compass from here (but east) are the promise of either or both pheasant, quail and prairie chickens. All of this is going to be new to both Tucker and I, so along with the usual heart fluctuations accompanying the anticipation of the hunt, is brand new terrain and prey. We’ve sorted out our gear and supplies and are pretty much ready to go.

A new collar with the new address brass plate has been ordered along with a cool folding ramp to make it easier for Tucker to get in and out of the truck. He is gonna love it and so is my back.

The southern edge of the Flint Hill area of Kansas is less than 3 hours drive and we’ve also zeroed in on a large public access area of Kansas just southwest of Liberty, Kansas about 6 hours drive right on the Oklahoma border. This area is in the region where the density of pheasant is highest as reported by the Kansas folks that keep track of such things. The above mentioned area is one of a huge number of what are referred to as WIHA areas (Walk In Hunting Access). Its a program that manages an “effort to enhance the strong Kansas hunting heritage by providing hunting access to private property. The program has grown to one of the most successful access programs in the country.”

This spot will allow for some exploring in Oklahoma as well–killing two (or more) birds with the same gas consumption.

This is all very exciting.

I hope to take a bunch of good pictures of the new adventures.

Prairie bound.



Photobucket “Blackmail”

•October 18, 2017 • Leave a Comment

Ya ya ya–I get the gotta make money thing, but it was tough to swallow going from ‘free’ to $400 a year. Billions of broken links all over the interweb landscape.

I’ve begun to try and find a fix for the many broken links here.

Wish me luck.

PS–I am open to suggestions.

Lower Illinois Tailwater Oklahoma

•September 21, 2017 • 2 Comments

I’m getting excited about trout water around the area. First up is the Lower Illinois–less than two hours drive! A tailwater flowing out of Lake Tenkiller making for year round cool water trout fishing. I’m reading 20″ minimum possessions of Browns and good sized Rainbows abounding. Looking forward to exploring those waters. I will be searching for wadeable sections, but a float is not out of the question at some point.

Bamboo or Graphite? 🙂

Westward Migration to Oklahoma

•September 20, 2017 • Leave a Comment

Looking forward to new adventures with Tucker chasing birds and fly fishing for trout with Tucker along doing his bank dog thing. Big change from NH to OK. It was time for a new chapter and the new adventures that come with it. Lots of shells made up and flies tied.

BUL Redux

•October 30, 2015 • Leave a Comment

I had a couple hours this afternoon so went out to a close by cover with the new Benelli and the pups.

This shotgun is a pleasure to carry and it comes up nice and quick right where it should.

Tucker did his typical job and although I was half bent over while getting that woodcock to fly, the BUL did its job. I think we are going to have a good long relationship.


Benelli Ultra Lite 12g 24″

•October 29, 2015 • Leave a Comment

I have wanted one of these shotguns for some years now and finally things came together to make it work.

It is my first auto loader. There are many very good ‘Upland Hunters’ who consider it the ultimate.

It is a divergence from the doubles I’ve long favored, but this wand handles like a dream.

Looking forward to following the dogs in the woods this weekend carrying the BUL.


Rainy Sunday Morning

•October 25, 2015 • 2 Comments

Its Sunday morning and raining in late October.

It is also the day after a wonderful day in the woods where the pups both did their work well.

Last evening they were both tired and fell to enjoying a good meal with some extra protein in the form of boiled chicken breasts prepared especially for them. They aren’t really spoiled as some would opine—but rather cared for as one would a human athlete needing muscle maintaining sustenance.

A rainy Sunday morning is a good time to remove the gear from the truck and sort things out; making sure electronics are charged, bells are intact and the first aid kit is up to snuff.

The faint rattle of the bells wakes both pups in the other room. Tucker the elder stays put with ears perked for further possible evidence that leads to departure.

Bromley joins me and is at that point glued to my side no matter where I go in the house. He is not about to let me get out of sight.

The rain may stop.

Well–the rain did stop.


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