Into the Owyhees.

After an unproductive  morning cast with the young males, I headed to the mountains to find a stream in the harsh foothills- looking for chukar and quail. The drive in took over an hour on the washboard roads. I found a stream and an interesting old cabin, but no birds. It was over 90 degrees ! Let me tell you, the land is harsh, but amazingly beautiful! The top picture shows the old F-250 parked at the bottom of steep, cut road down to the creek (at the trees). I was thinking the entire time walking around..."I hope the truck cranks up!  It will take me quite a while to hike out in this heat- even though I am prepared." Thankfully, the 2001 7.3 diesel purred like only a diesel can and got me out of there. I know there were Chukar there.  I'll be back.

Lunch in the field.

I've always wanted to sit down and dine on fresh game in the field. As luck would have it, wallyworld has disposable one-time use grills. Pretty nice!!

I hate to tell you this but....

That is not the way you want your wife to start a conversation with you when you are on a hunting trip. Apparently, I got a speeding ticket while traveling through Iowa. An electronic ticket arrived in the mail with attached glossy photos that look strikingly like my truck. This is so wrong. I never had a chance to talk my way....er, explain my side, or ask the deputy if he was a bird hunter, or even show cleavage and wear my short black skirt! Hey,this is America! Oh we'll...

The dogs are my two pups from different litters. As sometimes happens, they work great together. The long dirt road is heading to the mountains for Chukar and more quail.The fence is the "end of the road"...I think.  I'm not sure, because private land is not shown on my chart, but I'm always cautious and turn around and head back.

What's up with this heat?

It really messes with our dogs, which seriously harshes my mental state. Tomorrow the high is 64.

Next stop is to the foothills of the Owyhees for Valley Quail and Chukar.

Snake River Quail

Love hunting the Snake. Lots of quail and some Huns mixed in. Still warm in the afternoon, but a serious cool down on the way. I had some great dog work out of my main dog Ace today. Nothing beats 7 years of hunting trips to make a dog wise in the field. It's a joy to watch.

Last day Montana

It was a good one. The tired, old legs are ready for a rest. A 12 hour drive is just the thing to recuperate. Next is quail and chukar in Idaho.

We tried new areas today and the birds were scarce. They hunker down in the heat just like us and we knew they were there. Next time we'll get them.

Rough weather for the dogs!

But we are letting them hunt. Plenty of water shade and breaks make it bearable to them.

The ubiquitous American Cafe

There's one in every town. They serve whatever you want, as long as it's on the menu. The waitress is fast and the coffee is hot and plentiful. There's a table just for "the boys" and conversation floats around weather, prices and "them "&$*holes in Washinton". Beats the franchise any day.

Another hot one.

We hunted along a creek in the morning but found no birds. 3 hours of hard hunting by Bandit (on tailgate and pointed by tree) produced one bird sitting up in that tree. After a long nap, I put Ruby and Ace on the ground. We found a nice covey with Ruby backing Ace.

The best Montana day....

It was just an awesome day. I will do a better write up later, right now I'm so tired I can't even lift my legs. The pictures say it all. That is my two-year-old pup, Cap, and a Pudelpointer, Raz. They were awesome!

History? Year?

Pretty cool old stuff just sitting by the road. Any antique car buffs know what this is? I do know this farm was homesteaded in 1910.

It sure is hard work having a good time.

This happens every time. After a few days of driving, we hit the ground hard and hunt from can to can't. Then, about the second day, legs start hurting, feet start hurting, and, for a fleeting moment, you wonder whether you can do this all day. That moment of self-doubt passes. And it is day after day of 0530 breakfast and 10 PM getting to bed. Tonight is no exception so here are a few pictures and I'm off to bed. It was 86° here today. We made three three-hour casts. We had points and retrieves on Sharptailed grouse and Hungarian partridge. Ruby hunted the heat of the day on a 2 1/2 to 3 hour cast. And she did a spectacular job. Ace did a great job also, and I guess he's feeling the heat like me. He jumped in the backseat laid down and was out like a light.

First day buffoonery

After all the preparation, and all the careful planning, the time finally arrives. You aren't in that groove yet. Collars are misplaced, whistles are not to be found, "Why can I only find three dog boots?" We have all been there and luckily it gets better.

Our first day found us in an area we hunted many times before. Bob, and his Spinone, Sophie, came along with me and Glen's pup, Bandit. We struck out that morning in an area that was absolutely wonderful for the last two years. Ace and Ruby were resting after a three-hour non-productive cast in the heat.

10 minutes after I turned Bandit loose, he found a water barrel with a dead skunk in it. By the time I arrived, he was happily swimming and drinking. That was some nasty water. I got him out right away and gave him some freshwater. Dogs!

We walked about 3 miles with the dogs working hard in 80° heat, when they both got very birdy in the alfalfa field. A few minutes later, they started coming up. They came out of the alfalfa, out of the tops of the trees, and out of the shaded ditches. It was really nice.

Someone asked me about the dirt roads up here. Yep, we got them.

Dinner thanks to some fine bird dogs

And barely adequate shooting!

Randy free range grilled grouse with a hint of Cajun and malt beverage carefully prepared over domestically drilled natural gas.

Backroad Fun

As we made our way, in a leisurely fashion, across South Dakota and into Montana, we found museums, herds of bison and just plain beauty.

The leaves are changing up here now as we pass through the mountainside.

Morning Glory

The Missouri River at sunrise today. View from the office window.

Shopping at the mall.

Part of the reason I like to come up here so much is the stores. Where else can you find Scheels and Cabelas. What a rush to go through the door of either of those stores. Hundreds of shotguns and rifles, new and used, and any shotgun shell you can think of. The old diesel just will not pass one by.

On the road again!

I have my copilot watching diligently. With a full tank of diesel, and a belly full of three egg omelette. We are headed up through the heart of Illinois. Through towns called Mount Zion, Elwin and Decatur. This area was settled by French-Canadians brought in by the railroad building a line from Chicago to Mobile. Huge coal seams were discovered underneath the flatland here. This area is known for a coal mining disaster in 1930. Now, it's all about the corn and beans.

Veggie Mecca

Cracker Barrel, my favorite on the road place to eat!!

It's Time.

Sage Grouse, MT, 2011

Cap and Me on Valley Quail

Tomorrow, the old F-250 heads North. With stops in Illinois to pick up one of the hunting party, and another stop somewhere short, I should be chasing Sharptails and Huns Monday in Montana.  This year, I have the advantage of using my Glen Bahde Truck Vault (a one-of-a-kind at this point, since Glen hasn't finished his, yet.)  to store my guns, ammo and a mess of other stuff that gets hauled around the country every trip. Taking my three dogs (Ace, Ruby, Cap) and Glen's dog, Bandit, I won't need my Jones trailer this trip.  Since diesel is $4/gallon, that seemed a prudent decision.  Also, maneuvering around on those two tracks with a trailer, while sporting, can be a pain, occasionally.

My new Glen Bahde truck vault.

All the dogs will ride in crates on top of the truck vault.  It's a nice set up for traveling the back roads.  It seems most the hunters I meet out west have a version of this setup, so there must be something to it.