Finer Points | Pheasants
A blog regarding one man's lifelong interest in dogs, and the birds at which they point...
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Pheasant Farmer-Style

Pheasant is the king of earthly poultry, as the primacy of aquatic birds belongs to the swan. What more exquisite flesh can you eat. Olivier de Serres After last Saturday's hunt, Elsa and I weren't 20 miles from the Pine Hill property when the cell phone rang...

The Big Prairie in Michigan

While hunting Pine Hill Sportsman's Club 160 acre "Big Prairie" property with friends Bobby and Wayne, a pheasant was shot and flew into heavy cover along a creek. We stood at the top of the steep embankment and spotted the bird under some brush. Elsa...

Back from the Prairie

Last week on a phone call from Pollock, South Dakota my wife asked how things were going with our first trip to the prairie. I answered with the following: first, I’ve never seen so many pheasants and second, Elsa and I are way out of...

Great Faces. Great Places.

If all goes well, in about two weeks Elsa and I will be loading up the FJ and heading out to South Dakota to hunt pheasant. I received a gracious offer of a business colleague to hunt pheasant in South Dakota for a few days....

Dunn Creek Revist

It's opening day for Michigan's firearm deer season, or as Uncle Duane calls it, "the only day of the year you can hear the sun come up." Fellow upland hunter Bobby, joined Elsa and I at Dunn Creek this afternoon for another pheasant hunt. This...

First Bird

I took Elsa out for a couple of hunts in the fall of 2008 whereas she worked along with another more seasoned dog. In both cases it was a 6 year old female GSP named Cedar. Elsa’s results were modest at best. As a result,...

How It All Started

Growing up in the 70's, I lived in a subdivision which bordered (and was steadily taking over) the farmland, grassy fields, and woods surrounding our neighborhood in Wyomissing Hills, Pennsylvania. When wandering around the new construction sites and fields, I can recall hearing the raspy,...