Another year of great weather! This makes two in a row. We have been hunting ND pheasants for 15 years and this annual event is like a dear old friend. We can’t wait to get back every year and are always a bit sad when the hunt is over. This is one of those things that you know, at some point, will come to an end so we savor every minute, every bird, every point, every step in the field and every moment of comradery with our friends and fellow hunters. As we grow older, the hunt is cherished simply because we are here, in the vast openness of North Dakota – away from the grind, away from the responsibility, away from the noise. This time afield, immersed in God’s creation, is our connection with what is real and what matters. I hope you enjoy these pictures from a perfect hunt.
A picture perfect lay-up.
Never hurry a clean shot.
Oak is loving his first wild bird hunt . . .
Buck and Dick. These guys love to hunt.
Great bird guns – all Spanish doubles.
The Indians call this Maize. We call it corn.
Roux, the serious GSP.
Bird in the bag.
Our good friend Peder.
Mitzi, the guide’s bad-ass bird dog. My grandmother’s poodle is named Mitzi!
One nice limit of roosters.
These shorthairs are ready to hunt!
Beaver dam crossing! I was ready with the camera for the splash that thankfully did not happen.
Buck fetches a cock to Dick . . . what?
A limit of roosters in the air.
This is one great group of guys. Some have been hunting together for well over a decade.
Wyoming homestead. You wonder about the lives and fate of those who lived here. Maybe they hit oil and are now douche-bags living in LA . . . I doubt it.
Regent ND is a 10 hour drive from Denver. This is the stretch from Belle Fourche SD to the ND state line. This is one long, straight and lonely road.