Got a call from my cousins late Wednesday evening to come out and go hunting in Yuma. Due to the very short notice of this invitation, I put together a small group for the hunt, consisting mostly of the regular
Dove Hunters that go with us each year. My son has Mono, so was not able to go with us this time. But my Dad decided to come along on the hunt and my daughter broke out her 12 gauge 870 to round out the
new additions to the hunting group. The seven of us made the pilgrimage yesterday (Saturday), leaving home at 4:30 am, hunting all day, and getting home at 6:00 pm. Lot's of fun but not many birds. Even though the pickings were slim, we did manage to harvest 8 pheasants. And as I sit here typing this, I'm smelling the sweet aroma of those wonderful birds cooking in the crockpot. (
Dinner is in an hour and everyone is coming over to share tales of this hunt and past hunts as well...
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Most of the birds were taken in fields with center-pivot corn crops and thick weeds or stands of cedar tree in the corners. In a few weeks we'll head back for another hunt. I think that as winter sets in and hunting pressure gives way to other activities, the birds will begin to congrate in significant numbers in the corn fields and edge rows. Right now the birds were pretty scattered from the opening being last weekend and the goodly numbers of hunt groups hitting the feilds again yesterday.
So for now we'll enjoy a great dinner of upland game and the re-telling of the hunt.
As usual...I took the camera but did not remember to take pictures.