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It
was the last hour of work on a Friday
afternoon, and the sky was clear and
the temperature falling. Toward the
end of September and early October one
never knows what Mother Nature will
give you. You can only pray
for
weather like this and hope the lord
has pity on you. The last two
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Protected
by a myth and hunted by a relative few,
the chukar is thriving on vast tracts
of public ground, and is available to
everyone who will make the effort to
hunt him. The chukar partridge (Alectoris
Chukar) occupies a range that stretches
from Southern California to British
Columbia, and east to Utah and Montana.
The chukar lives in the land that nobody
wanted - rocky, arid, covered with cheet
grass and sage brush. Arriving from
Asia in MORE |
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Mark Eden
Hunting out of Bosebuck Mountain Camps,
Wilsons Mills, Maine, Wednesday, October
22, 1986
I was hunting for ruffed grouse on an
old logging road and flushed a grouse
and managed to drop it. It was immediately
evident as I picked it up that it was
unique. I saved extra feathers that
had fallen out (used later for DNA testing),
and carefully put it in my vest. I later
wrapped it well, in preparation for
taxidermist Tom Delsignore. MORE |
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I always start opening day with a bit
of trepidation; like shouldering that
new shotgun on the first bird; a hit
or miss proposition. You never know
just what to expect on the first day
of bird hunting season. It can be too
hot, it’s always too thick, the
birds are there and sometimes not. You
enter the first cover with the sluggish
burden of a ten month wait on your shoulders.
You need that first flush to get the
blood pumping and the adrenaline to
kick in. It might be a woodcock but
will most likely be a grouse, probably
this years bird, a little naive, maybe
even suicidal. MORE
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