elkrchr
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I'm finally getting around to posting some photos from an earlier adventure over to eastern Oregon. On the way over, I stopped to hit a couple spots along the Deschutes River which usually hold a covey or two of quail. As the photos depict, four @#)(# birds made the mistake of flying through a pattern of #9's fired from a cylinder choke. Copious amounts of pellets combined with an extremely wide pattern makes up for not being on your game all the time!
After a great day along the Deschutes, it was off to Huntington, OR to meet up with a couple of buddies to chase red legs for two days. The weather was perfect, cold and snowy. Depending upon the aspect of the canyons, some had snow clear to the bottom while others had snow mainly on the north and east slopes. The birds were scattered, but in big bunches. The big groups were not holding well, but once we had scattered them, the dogs did their job and the birds held tight making for some fun shooting.
It still amazes me how crafty and devilish the chukars are. Once you're into birds, they constantly torment you with their "chucking" sounds until they entice you walk clear down to the bottom of the canyon and up the other side to their lair, only to jump wild at 60 yards, fly across the canyon and land where you just descended from. Then it's time to salute them with your middle finger!
In my opinion they are the hardest upland to hunt, both physically and mentally and that's what keeps me going back year after year. Enjoy the photos!
After a great day along the Deschutes, it was off to Huntington, OR to meet up with a couple of buddies to chase red legs for two days. The weather was perfect, cold and snowy. Depending upon the aspect of the canyons, some had snow clear to the bottom while others had snow mainly on the north and east slopes. The birds were scattered, but in big bunches. The big groups were not holding well, but once we had scattered them, the dogs did their job and the birds held tight making for some fun shooting.
It still amazes me how crafty and devilish the chukars are. Once you're into birds, they constantly torment you with their "chucking" sounds until they entice you walk clear down to the bottom of the canyon and up the other side to their lair, only to jump wild at 60 yards, fly across the canyon and land where you just descended from. Then it's time to salute them with your middle finger!
In my opinion they are the hardest upland to hunt, both physically and mentally and that's what keeps me going back year after year. Enjoy the photos!
