Secret Pheasant places.

Kadizzle took off by himself hunting today.  The first stop was where we usually make the first stop.  Down the fence row by the wheat field Kadizzle could see some pheasants flying ahead of him.  Which side of the fence do you want to be on? The age old question.  Well Kadizzle was on the wrong side, and bushes were between Kadizzle and the birds when they got up. One nothing birds favor.  Now to the other side of the field.  Kadizzle saw the grass move.  Something is in there.  Up she comes. Yup, it was a hen.  The next fellow was not so fortunate. His flight was canceled when a number four went up his exhaust.  There is a reason they call Kadizzle's gun Table Meat.

On to the next spot.  An abandoned farm yard. Always good.  Of course some silly dinger has to shoot by on an ATV scattering the birds in all directions, but it looked as though some had flown in by the house.  The usual honey corner produced nothing, nor did the old yard behind the house, both spots that are usually good.  However, when Kadizzle saw a clump of big weeds he thought " If I were Willy the pheasant, that is where I would be".  Sure enough a bunch busted out.  Another poor fellow got put on the menu.

Next a secret honey spot.  As Kadizzle took the wrong route he became disillusioned.  It looked like the honey spot was dry.  A little tired and considering giving up Kadizzled decided to try some reeds. Pheasants always love to meet for a beer in a reeded area.  Sure enough as Kadizzle approached bird went every direction.  A few long shots to no avail.  A lot of the birds went over the hill.  On the way to give them another treatment Kadizzle saw one fellow sneaking off in the cornfield.  The detour to get him did not pay off.  When Kadizzle got back in the cover birds went everywhere.  This patch has some great potential for another hunt. Making long shots that did little more than clean the barrel left Kadizzle with only one shell.  Kadizzle decided to work back to the truck and only shoot if it was a sure shot.  Birds got up, but no shots were any good, so Kadizzle kept his powder dry.  The last part of the hike to the truck was a fence row.  Kadizzle suspected some of the felons would be in that grass.  Yup, two came out too far ahead to shoot.  So that little adventure was great for viewing a lot of birds, and doing some home work for the future, but it did not put meat on the table.

After a brief trip just to look at Hungry Man's Kadizzle headed to public land.  On the way out of Hungry Man's two roosters were begging to be shot on posted land.  It was a great temtation, but the empty pickup truck in the field was not  a good sign.  Kadizzle did the right thing and drove past the two roosters as they gave him the finger.

On the public land at last Kadizzle thought he was wasting his time because public land gets hunted pretty badly.  On the way in it did not look like the road was beat down, a good sign.  Within fifty yards of the truck Kadizzle stirred up some hens, this was a good sign.   Another fifty yards and some roosters got up on the wrong side of the bushed.  Kadizzle aimed through the bush and shot, thinking what the hell.  It was good fortune for Kadizzle, and bad forrune for the rooster. Somehow the shot made it through the bushes and a nice big rooster met the Pheasant Jesus.  That was three in the sack and time to go home.