Saturday, October 20, 2012


And so it goes, another bird hunting year without one of our best friends to assist with the hunt; our bird sniffing dog.  Events to get a dog this year didn't happen like we had hoped, but all happens for a reason.  God works in mysterious ways and we know that something will happen when it's supposed to.  

The first weekend in October marked the opening of chukar, pheasant, and quail seasons.  Ron and I headed out to our favorite spot in southeastern Oregon and tried to hoof it out on our own in search of the elusive, challenging chukar partridge.  The landscape was as dry as I've ever seen it, yet the river was running high, go figure.  We went on a couple of hunts in the two days we were there.  Although we heard some chukar and a few quail, we never got close enough to jump any.  

For those of you that are not familiar with chukar, it is a type of partridge and is categorized as an upland game bird.  Other upland game birds also include, quail, pheasant, and grouse.  The chukar however, is by far the most challenging of all game birds.  In Oregon, they live mostly in the southeastern desert canyons.  The more violent and ugly the terrain is, the better they like it.  Growing nothing but sagebrush, a few measly juniper trees, cheatgrass, and rocks, it's what they call home.  The chukar originated from the former U.S.S.R., parts of Greece China, Nepal, Pakistan, and India.  The chukar was first introduced to the United States in the early 1900's; 1956 marked the first hunting season for Oregon.

A chukar is a most unique looking bird with its ash-silver and brownish colored body feathers.  Its cream colored throat leads up the black bandit-type ring around the neck and eyes.  It is accented with black and white wing feathers, along with its red beak, red eyes, and red feet and legs.  With its almost devilish laugh, its song is one to call its own.  The comical cackle is alluring to the upland game hunter.

View from camp

Getting ready for our first morning hunt

This landscape is not for the faint of heart.  It is rugged.  It is vast.  
It is challenging in all aspects, and my husband and I absolutely love it.

This area offers multiple species of upland game birds.  
Here, in hopes of spooking a pheasant rooster.

A tell tale sign of this ruthless environment.

Beautiful rock formations along the river are common.

Armed with my Benelli Nova .20 gauge, "Priscilla".

"A dog in a kennel barks at his fleas; a dog hunting does not notice them." -- Proverb

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