Pierre, South Dakota. December November 30 ~ December 3, 2017. When I think about wild Pheasants I think about the Dakotas. Flat, cold, agricultural, genuine mid America at its best. I love going there.
Pheasants are also one of the prettiest game birds I hunt also. Pheasant hunters, are often a breed unto themselves too. Perhaps not as formal as the quail hunter, nor as hardcore as the gung-ho Turkey caller? Which all adds to the experience and why I enjoy it so much.
Sonoita, AZ. December 8 ~ 11, 2017. Daughter Britt; Hunting buddy and fellow English Cocker lover, Jeff Sizemore; and our interpreter; all converged on this little quail town for a 3 sub species hunt of Mearns, Gambles and Scaled quail. The 9th we glided over 5 miles of steep grasslands. The 10th we almost doubled our miles walked, but on flatter desert ground. Frankly, I was exhausted and showed it with a nap in the Sportsmobile while the rest of the team headed off for a final push only yards away from the the US / Mexico wall.
Our guide was Patrick of Border to Border Outfitters. The guy covers ground like a Springbok and practically has a name for each Covey we encounter.
Was it successfully? Heck yes!