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I flew into Bismarck, got my shells and additional supplies in town, and headed across a rolling brown ocean to Timber Lake, South Dakota (Population 592), for the three days of hunting wild pheasants. As a New Englander, I was struck by the absence of trees and endless horizons, which made me feel whatever the exact opposite of claustrophobic is. I had been invited by a friend to come along on an annual trip he makes with friends from high school and a few other folks. The group comprised nine hunters, five English Setters, three Labs, one Springer, two Griffons, and one German short hair. We had rented the bunk house at KOW Ranch and complemented our accomendations with a 1972 Airstream camper, so everyone would have a place to sleep and we’d have additional cooking facilities. The group had made arrangements with a local rancher, where we could hunt his land each day for a nominal fee.
I flew into Bismarck, got my shells and additional supplies in town, and headed across a rolling brown ocean to Timber Lake, South Dakota (Population 592), for the three days of hunting wild pheasants. As a New Englander, I was struck by the absence of trees and endless horizons, which made me feel whatever the exact opposite of claustrophobic is. I had been invited by a friend to come along on an annual trip he makes with friends from high school and a few other folks. The group comprised nine hunters, five English Setters, three Labs, one Springer, two Griffons, and one German short hair. We had rented the bunk house at KOW Ranch and complemented our accomendations with a 1972 Airstream camper, so everyone would have a place to sleep and we’d have additional cooking facilities. The group had made arrangements with a local rancher, where we could hunt his land each day for a nominal fee.
Each Fall I trade in my drift Boat and Fly-Rods for my 12 Pointing Dogs and two Labs and head up to what many consider the Gray Partridge "mecca" of North America ...Saskatchewan .The seasons starts the same as the Dogs and I get in the groove of long walks across native grass intermixed with Agricultural fields of Wheat ,Canola , Peas and Lentils . High Protein foods for the Huns and Sharptails that flourish there .
Although the hunting is good we are dealing with High Temperatures and Long Days, everything seems deceivingly calm .Once October rolls around Mother Nature's pace picks up , the Upland Birds are actively feeding and more Waterfowl move into the area and start to Stage ,It seems everything is alive ,along with the weather the tempo of the hunt changes .Sunny days are great for hunting Upland Birds , while a cold snap with a bit of snow pushes more Waterfowl in from the north which spells the makings of a great Duck Shoot .Of course all this action would be incomplete without the Dogs.,after all they make it .
Wingshooting Adventures and Jack J. Jansma Leads Trips to Scotland for Pheasant and Waterfowl Shoots. Classic Double Guns and Sporting Events.
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© Tom Reichner - If you are interested in using this image, please contact Tom Reichner. Please do not use without permission.
© Tom Reichner - If you are interested in using this image, please contact Tom Reichner. Please do not use without permission.
© Tom Reichner - If you are interested in using this image, please contact Tom Reichner. Please do not use without permission.
Each Fall I trade in my drift Boat and Fly-Rods for my 12 Pointing Dogs and two Labs and head up to what many consider the Gray Partridge "mecca" of North America ...Saskatchewan .The seasons starts the same as the Dogs and I get in the groove of long walks across native grass intermixed with Agricultural fields of Wheat ,Canola , Peas and Lentils . High Protein foods for the Huns and Sharptails that flourish there .
Although the hunting is good we are dealing with High Temperatures and Long Days, everything seems deceivingly calm .Once October rolls around Mother Nature's pace picks up , the Upland Birds are actively feeding and more Waterfowl move into the area and start to Stage ,It seems everything is alive ,along with the weather the tempo of the hunt changes .Sunny days are great for hunting Upland Birds , while a cold snap with a bit of snow pushes more Waterfowl in from the north which spells the makings of a great Duck Shoot .Of course all this action would be incomplete without the Dogs.,after all they make it .