I love a fast-and-furious day of hunting Hungarian partridge, but there are times when a desire comes to travel through shrub grasslands in the shadow of the Rocky Mountain range to hunt the largest native North American gamebird species, the greater sage grouse. Called the “cock of the plains: by members of the Lewis and Clark Expedition, greater sage grouse were once the most plentiful gamebirds on the High Plains.
Maybe it’s the habitat in which they live or maybe it’s the wildness of the birds themselves, but both seem prehistoric. Sage grouse are special and hunting them with pointing dogs is a true pleasure because they give off a tremendous amount of scent and they flock up, sometimes forming groups of 30 birds. Once flushed, their whirring wings over a sea of sage cast shadows on the prairie.
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Off-Season Trails
Apr 20, 2014Between hunting seasons, I have time to catch up on all the tasks that come from hunting hard. I pass my time stitching my vests and shooting shirts; cleaning my e-collars, bells and beepers; reloading shells and shooting some sporting clays; and patching and waxing jackets. Truth be told, I’d rather be wearing out my chaps than rewaxing them, but it’s part of the process and that process gives me time to think. I think about days in the woods, about my family and friends, and about my dogs, living and deceased. I’m sure you do the same.
I pulled out some ragged chaps and started to stitch. I thought of my dogs, and my memories of them were both flagging and staunch. When I was a kid, I had inbred Irish setters that looked great but were impossible to train and handle. If you were to combine their weakened genetics with my inexperience as a dog handler, you’d quickly realize that mine was an exercise in futility. Over time, my quest for a great bird dog moved me to change over to English setters. I also learned from my mistakes…
