Dorothy was Right
I think I finally understand why Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz was so bent on getting back home (to Kansas). She was a bird hunter.
Don’t let those ruby-red slippers and that little hairball of a terrier fool you, she’s clearly a Danner wearing, Browning toting, bird dog following type of gal at heart. I mean, how could you not be when you’re from a state that has more public land than poor Toto could ever hope to see while strapped to the back of a GSP?
Our fist morning in Kansas found us smack dab in the middle of a wild game petting zoo – and our pockets were full of pellets. From mule deer and turkeys to prairie chickens, quail and pheasants – there was more than enough action to test Beau’s olfactory fortitude as well as my shooting skills.
Luckily, for all parties involved, the morning’s flushes and points were occasionally followed by hits and wagging tails. There isn’t much more an upland addict could ask for (although it would be nice to unlock the secret to consistently bagging quail, but that’s a rant for a different day).
So far so good, the journey continues and as always, we’ll keep you updated as we sojourn across pheasant country in search of public land, wily ringnecks and full game bags.
The Over/Under blog is written by Andrew Vavra, Pheasants Forever’s Marketing Specialist.
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