Posts Tagged ‘ruffed grouse’
Things I Believe about Bird Dogs . . . and you may think I’m an Idiot
Monday, January 30th, 2012
- I believe bird dogs take on personality traits of their owners.
- I believe bird dogs “recognize” individual dogs they’ve “met” before.
- I believe my bird dog can hear the lid of her treat jar from distances greater than sound should be able to travel.
- I believe my bird dog knows if we’re hunting for pheasants versus ruffed grouse when she leaves her truck kennel by assessing the habitat around her. A forest equals ruffed grouse, while grasses equal pheasants.
- I believe bird dogs recognize their own kind. Released into a group of other bird dogs, I’ve watched golden retrievers sniff other goldens first, Labs sniff Labs first . . . same goes for shorthairs, Brittanys, and springers.
- I believe bird dogs are the key ingredient to getting a new generation interested in bird hunting and wildlife habitat conservation.
- I believe bird dogs equate blaze orange with “it’s time to go hunting,” even if they don’t see colors the same way their human hunting counterparts see colors.
- I believe bird dogs enjoy fireplaces, sleeping in on Sundays and quality habitat as much as his/her hunting master.
- I believe if you name your bird dog “Trouble,” “Tank,” “Precious,” or “Crash,” then that dog is going to live up to their dubious name.
What about you? Are there things you believe about your bird dog that may be considered a little left of center?
The Pointer is written by Bob St.Pierre, Pheasants Forever’s Vice President of Marketing. Follow Bob on Twitter @BobStPierre.
Wild Game Dinner Parties
Sunday, January 8th, 2012
Every holiday season, my wife and I host a party we call “Pheasant Feast.” In fact, last month we hosted Pheasant Feast IX . . . Yes, we’re now using Roman Numerals in our invitations. Nevertheless, this has become an annual tradition and a lot of fun for our friends and family. I’ve even enlisted my hunting buddy Matt Kucharski as co-chef for the event. This year, we were joined by two dozen guests for a night of taste-testing comprised exclusively of wild game.
The 2011 Pheasant Feast menu included:
- · Peking Pheasant
- · Pheasant a l’Orange
- · Poached Blueberry Ruffed Grouse
- · Roast Moose with Coffee Gravy
- · Pheasant Tortellini with Brussels sprouts
- · Minnesota Wild Rice Soup
- · Duck Rumaki
- · Jalapeno Pheasant Poppers
- · Tenderloin of Venison
- · 7-Up Northern Pike
- · Pheasant Pesto Pizza
- · Desserts, Beer & Vino
As you can imagine, some of these dishes turned out better than others when more than ten preparations are on the grill, stovetop and oven. The low spot of this roster was certainly the 7-Up Northern Pike . . . I won’t be reproducing that funky fish anytime soon. However, I plan to do my best to replicate Matt’s Peking Pheasant recipe this weekend. All in all, leftovers were non-existent which I consider a good indication of success.
As I reflect on this menu, I naturally think about the camaraderie of a day spent afield with friends and family pheasant hunting. However, what Pheasant Feast also reminds me of is the power wild game has of bringing family and friends together around the table. For me, the meal is almost, almost as important as the hunt and also nearly as fun.
What about you, have you ever hosted a wild game dinner party?
The Pointer is written by Bob St.Pierre, Pheasants Forever’s Vice President of Marketing. Follow Bob on Twitter @BobStPierre.
What’s the Capital of the Upland Hunter’s Mixed Bag?
Thursday, November 10th, 2011
There’s little doubt South Dakota rules the roost when it comes to pheasants. But if you throw all the upland game birds in the mix, what state offers the single best opportunity for the upland bird hunter?
Top Contenders for the title of “The Upland Hunter’s Mixed Bag Capital”
- California. The top producer of valley quail is also complimented by roosters in the Sacramento Valley.
- Colorado. The best pheasant state secret also features quail and chukars.
- Idaho. A climb up Hell’s Canyon can produce pheasants, quail, ruffed grouse and chukars.
- Iowa. The longtime pheasant powerhouse also features quail in the south, a few pockets of ruffed grouse, and a smattering of Huns.
- Kansas. The #2 pheasant producing state is also the #2 bobwhite quail producing state. There are also respectable numbers of greater prairie chickens to chase and it’s the only state in the country with an open season on lesser prairie chickens.
- Michigan. A top tier ruffed grouse state also boasts the top woodcock harvest in the country and ringneck opportunities in the southern farm country and “thumb” region of the Lower Peninsula.
- Minnesota. The top-harvesting state for ruffed grouse adds a top five pheasant harvest, a smattering of sharpies, greater prairie chickens and Huns.
- Montana. Big Sky boasts pheasants, sharp-tailed grouse, sage grouse and the best Hungarian partridge numbers south of Canada.
- Nebraska. Cornhusker country produces top tier pheasant and bobwhite numbers, along with significant sharp-tailed grouse and greater prairie chicken populations.
- North Dakota. Another top tier pheasant state accompanied by Huns, sharpies, a few greater prairie chickens, and even a few ruffed grouse.
- South Dakota. The king of the ringneck also offers greater prairie chickens, sharpies, Huns and even a small population of huntable bobwhites.
- Texas. Lots of space for ringnecks, some chickens and four species of quail to hide.
- Wisconsin. Like Michigan, cheese country is a top tier ruffed grouse and woodcock producer in the northwoods and delivers respectable pheasant numbers in farm country.
Okay, so the question IS NOT “what state is your favorite to hunt?” or even “which state are you from?” The question is this: What state offers the best mixed bag for the upland hunter?
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The Pointer is written by Bob St.Pierre, Pheasants Forever’s Vice President of Marketing. Follow Bob on Twitter @BobStPierre.
Hank Shaw: Pheasant Hunter, Angler, Gardener, Cook
Wednesday, October 5th, 2011
Editor’s Note: Hunt, Gather, Cook author Hank Shaw has penned a portion of Pheasants Forever’s “Wild Game Cooking” special section appearing in the upcoming winter issue of the Pheasants Forever Journal. If you’d like to become a member of Pheasants Forever and receive this issue along with a full year’s subscription, join today by following this link.
According to Wikipedia, the market for organic foods grew from nothing to a $55 billion industry by 2009. I believe a similar trend is developing around our roots as hunters and gatherers. From Steven Rinella’s Travel Channel show, The Wild Within, to Facebook’s Mark Zuckerberg declaring that he’d like to become a hunter, folks that hunt, fish and gather their food are becoming today’s pop culture trendsetters. Suddenly, mainstream America has an interest in the origination and acquisition of the food on their tables.
One of the leaders bridging our hunting and gathering roots to mainstream America is Hank Shaw. Shaw is most known for his popular blog: Hunter, Angler, Gardener, Cook. I caught up via email with Hank to ask him about a couple of his new endeavors; including, a fantastic new book titled Hunt, Gather, Cook.
St.Pierre: The Minnesota DNR’s Chris Niskanen, a mutual friend of ours, was the guy that introduced you to hunting when you were 32 years old. Tell me about that experience; why were you interested, what surprised you, and what hooked you on hunting to the extent that you make your living today as a result of your ability to hunt, write about hunting and cook the fruits of your labor?
Shaw: I first became interested in hunting because, oddly, of my fishing abilities. When I’d lived on Long Island, I developed a deep knowledge of the waters there – to the point where I could almost always catch something. I knew the tides, moon phases, and seasons. I could read current breaks, knew where structure was to hold fish. And, most importantly, I had the skills to make pretty much any seafood taste great.
When I moved to Minnesota, I wanted that same ability on land. Chris took me out to South Dakota to hunt pheasants. It was a hard hunt, as it was the last week of the season and we were hunting public land, but Chris could still easily come away with his limit of pheasants each day. I couldn’t hit the broad side of a barn, but I was hooked.
What surprised me most was how engrossing hunting became. You can drink beer and shoot the breeze when you are fishing, but when you are hunting you must live completely within the moment. You become a set of ears and eyes, you start to notice smells you’d never notice before; I’ve smelled deer before I could see them. I never felt so truly alive as when I am quiet in the woods, hunting for deer, rabbits or squirrels. Even when I don’t come home with anything, I feel rejuvenated after the experience.
St.Pierre: Both your book and your blog are subtitled “finding the forgotten feast.” To me, that subtitle echoes of Aldo Leopold’s often referenced passage from A Sand County Almanac in which he talks about food not coming from the grocery store, but from the land. Why is it important to you for America to rediscover this “forgotten feast?”
Shaw: Because we are one of the only cultures that does not, for the most part, eat food from our land. Very few of the foods Americans now eat are native to the 50 states. This was not always the case. Muskrat (called “marsh hare”) was sold in the finest restaurants in America a century ago. Our basic knowledge of plants and animals was far greater than it is today. Wild game and wild foods were once a normal part of the fabric of our lives. Now they are an exotic novelty.
What I hope to achieve is to rekindle people’s interest in nature’s bounty – and I am not talking about living off the grid or anything. I am talking about it becoming normal for people to own their own slice of nature within an otherwise “normal” life: Maybe they’re anglers, maybe they gather wild rice or berries or mushrooms. Maybe they hunt a deer for the freezer every year. Minnesota is one of my favorite states because so many Minnesotans already do this, so what I do is not such an alien concept for them.
St.Pierre: I consider myself to be a hunter, angler and gatherer. I pick morel mushrooms and wild asparagus, hunt voraciously, and fish adequately, but some of the things you pursue had me thinking some of this stuff is more work than it’s worth. The effort to make a cup of acorn coffee, for instance, seemed a painstakingly long process for the reward. Where do you find the balance between adventure and practicality?
Shaw: Everyone has to find his own balance. I don’t really do acorn coffee so much because its flavor is only so-so, but acorn flour has such a distinctive nutty flavor I find it more than worth the effort. It is the perfect flour to use when cooking game.
But you bring up a good point, because if your calculus is always cost-benefit, or whether wild foods are cheaper than Wal-Mart, wild food will always lose. But there is a spiritual, emotional component to this that cannot be quantified. Anyone who has ever gone fishing on a camping trip, and who’s fried that fish up over an open fire that night, knows just how good that fish will taste – it’s more than the sum of its parts. There is something deeply satisfying about working for your dinner.
St.Pierre: Of all the crazy things you’ve chased, gathered, and cooked, what is: a) your favorite and b) the thing most of us would think odd that you absolutely loved?
Shaw: I dunno. There are so many awesome experiences. But I have to say ruffed grouse hunting in the far north of Minnesota is right up there. Hunting grouse in the forest touches me in a way that no other hunting does. I grew up around very old forests in New Jersey, and whenever I return to that kind of woods – no matter what state I happen to find myself in – I get the feeling I am home. I love the desert, I love the mountains, but I am most at home in the forest. And there may be no other game bird as delicious as a ruffed grouse. Maybe a woodcock, but that’s arguable.
Crazy things? Hard to say. Maybe periwinkle snails off the rocks of New England. Blue camas bulbs in the High Sierra, which you need to be sure aren’t the disturbingly named death camas bulbs. I also happen to love the freshwater drum of the St. Croix River, which most people scorn. I love that they are fatty and rich, just like their cousins the redfish of Louisiana.
St.Pierre: Since I’m a pheasant guy, I’ve gotta know your favorite pheasant meal, the sides you like to serve with your pheasant and the drink to wash it down?
Shaw: OK, this is tough one, because I eat pheasant all the time. But I do a dish where I gently poach the pheasant breast in pheasant broth, then crispy-fry the skin separately. I serve the poached breast with the crispy skin on top, with a sweet-savory corn sauce underneath. It is just awesome. Sure, it’s a little cheffy, but I like my pheasant breast gently cooked and I love, love, crispy skin.
A drink to wash it down? I think a heavy white, like a Cote du Rhone blend, a Viognier, or an unoaked Chardonnay are good. But so are dry roses from southern France or Spain, and even light reds such as a Gamay, Grenache or Pinot Noir work well, too. It depends on how you’re serving the pheasant. Same goes with beer: Everything from a Grain Belt to an expensive Chimay Belgian beer works with pheasant, depending on the preparation.
St.Pierre: My wife and I are looking forward to dining at Corner Table in Minneapolis next Monday night when you will be the guest chef for the evening. What can folks attending your special appearances expect to taste and learn from these events?
Shaw: Our wild food book dinners are expressions of time and place. I work closely with the chefs, in this case Chef Scott Pampuch, to create a multi-course menu that can only really be done in one place and in one time – in our case, we’ll have lots of autumn Minnesota products, like walleye, pike, highbush cranberries, real Ojibwe wild rice, pheasant, venison – that sort of thing. Minnesota has such a wealth of wild foods that Scott and I are really looking forward to putting together a symphony of the North Star State’s finest foods. Even experienced eaters will taste something new here. I guarantee it.
Hank Shaw will be appearing at Corner Table in Minneapolis on Monday, October 10th at 6 pm. Reservations for this special meal can be made by calling 612.823.0011. Price is $65 per person.
The Pointer is written by Bob St.Pierre, Pheasants Forever’s Vice President of Marketing. Follow Bob on Twitter @BobStPierre.
My Opening Day Upland Hunting Uniform includes Columbia’s Omni-Freeze
Monday, September 12th, 2011

I first discovered the comfort of the Columbia Omni-Freeze shirt during a steamy September 2010 prairie chicken hunt.
Living in Minnesota and growing up in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, my hunting wardrobe is built to protect against sub-freezing temps. However in recent years, I’ve had the good fortune of hunting quail in the southeastern U.S. and chasing September prairie chickens in the more arid western grasslands of South Dakota. Both of those pursuits were accompanied by 80 degree days, which made my wool and waxed cotton layers seem ridiculous.
Fortunately, Pheasants Forever’s savvy merchandise department added Columbia’s PFG Omni-Freeze shirt to the MarketPlace last year. Although it gives the appearance of an Under Armour-type base layer, the Omni-Freeze shirt actually accomplishes the opposite. Through Columbia’s cutting edge technology, the shirt actually is designed to reduce skin temperature on hot days by quickly drying sweat and limiting UV rays. Additionally, and perhaps as important, the shirt is ultra-comfortable. It is loose fitting and almost slippery to the touch. Although the tag says it’s made of polyester pique, the closest material I can compare it to is silk.
Fairness in Product Reviewing Act 2478, I do have two minor critiques. First, because of the shirt’s soft and silky material, it is susceptible to snagging on pickers and thorns. My second warning is completely aesthetic; you can’t hide your belly in the Omni-Freeze. There simply aren’t any buttons to cover up a beer gut like most hunting shirts. All in all, pretty minor shortcomings for a shirt that’s going to keep you in the field all day during an early season heat wave.
As I pack my bags for this week’s ruffed grouse opener, I guarantee the Columbia PFG Omni-Freeze long sleeve shirt will be part of my opening day uniform.
The Pointer is written by Bob St.Pierre, Pheasants Forever’s Vice President of Marketing. Follow Bob on Twitter @BobStPierre.
Does Your Bird Dog Know the Difference Between a Hen and a Rooster?
Thursday, August 25th, 2011
Last week, I wrote about a CBS news story reporting on a scientific study detailing four dogs’ ability to diagnose lung cancer in humans. My reaction to the study was one of amazement, but not shock. I, too, have seen the incredible power of a bird dog’s nose. Whether it’s locating a ruffed grouse under a foot of fresh snow, zeroing in on a rooster in a windstorm or finding a covey of quail that just landed; I’ve witnessed the incredible sense of smell most bird dogs possess.
One of the most frequent reactions to last week’s blog was pheasant hunters remarking their bird dog’s nose could distinguish between hens and rooster pheasants. While most of us have that one buddy who will make the claim: “my dog doesn’t even bother with hens, he’ll only flush roosters;” I haven’t ever taken the boast seriously because I’ve seen that buddy’s dog flush hens as well as roosters every time we’ve been hunting. To be honest, the hunters making that boast to me in the past have lost credibility in my eyes and so do their dogs. However, I am self-aware enough to realize that I haven’t seen it all and I surely don’t know it all. So, I thought I’d ask a couple of the more knowledgeable dog and pheasant folks I know for their opinion to the question:
Have you ever seen a bird dog that could tell the difference between a hen and a rooster by smell?
“I could swear some of my Labs have known the difference. They won’t completely ignore hens, but I’ve been able to watch their intensity level – in their tail, in their speed, in their entire body language – increase when they are on a rooster,” explained Rick Young, Pheasants Forever’s Vice President of Field Operations and a wildlife biologist. “I believe dogs smell pheasants through the bird’s breath and although it may be subtle, I think some dogs can detect the difference between roosters and hens under the best conditions.”
“I’ve watched hundreds of dogs and dozens of breeds, and I don’t think bird dogs can detect the difference between a rooster and a hen; at least not during hunting season,” offered Bob West, Purina Dog Foods Director of Breeder Enthusiast & Sporting Groups, as well as a professional dog trainer. “There might be a time of the year when roosters may smell different, but I don’t think that’s during hunting season. I’ve just seen too many dogs lock up just as hard on a hen as they do on a rooster to believe differently, but that doesn’t stop me from holding out hope that one day I’ll find that perfect dog that can detect the difference.”
So there you have it. The jury remains out! What’s your opinion: Can your bird dog tell the difference between a hen and a rooster?
The Pointer is written by Bob St.Pierre, Pheasants Forever’s Vice President of Marketing. Follow Bob on Twitter @BobStPierre.
Where will you be on the 2011 Pheasant Opener?
Tuesday, August 9th, 2011

Opening Day 2010 with (left to right) me, Billy Hildebrand, Erik Hildebrand & Chad Hildebrand. In addition to a limit of roosters, the Hildebrand boys bagged a few ducks early that morning.
Are you ready to go bird hunting? Personally, I’m ready to hang up the fishing pole and shrink-wrap the boat in exchange for my over/under. My shorthaired bird dog is wagging her tail in agreement as well.
Yes, I know it’s only August, but hunting season can’t get here quick enough as far as I’m concerned. And judging by the comments on PF’s Facebook page, I’m not alone in my enthusiasm for pheasant season’s arrival.
While I’ve already got two ruffed grouse hunts and a sharp-tailed grouse hunt on my September calendar, I am also happy to report that I know where I’ll be spending my first pheasant hunt of 2011. For the 4th consecutive season, I will be hunting in central Minnesota on Saturday, October 15th with my FAN Outdoors radio partner Billy Hildebrand and a small collection of friends, family and bird dogs.
Where & when will your 2011 pheasant hunting season begin?
2011 Pheasant Hunting Opening Days
(These dates are tentative, please be sure to check your state’s regulations)
Colorado Still TBD
Iowa Saturday, October 29
Kansas Saturday, November 12
Montana Saturday, October 8
Minnesota Saturday, October 15
Nebraska Sunday, October 30
North Dakota Saturday, October 8
Ohio Friday, November 4
South Dakota Saturday, October 15
Wisconsin Saturday, October 15
The Pointer is written by Bob St.Pierre, Pheasants Forever’s Vice President of Marketing. Follow Bob on Twitter @BobStPierre.
Live Life Like a Bird Dog
Tuesday, July 26th, 2011
My love of bird dogs is obvious to regular readers of this blog. Today, I’m honored to share the story of a fellow Pheasants Forever member, Joe Nicklay, and his beloved Brittany, Daisy. As I’ve said before, the only thing bad about bird dogs is the short length of time we get to spend with them.
The Day the Bell Went Silent
For nearly fifteen years I’ve listened to the sound of a sleigh bell as it rang in the woods, fields and sloughs. I followed this sound listening and waiting for it to go silent. And when it did, I approached with great anticipation, knowing that Daisy had once again located a grouse or pheasant. She would remain motionless as I approached to flush the bird. Many of the times I would fail her efforts and the bird would sail off untouched.
As the years unfolded from her days as an excited puppy when I wasn’t always sure if we were hunting bugs or birds, to her transformation into a seasoned hunter, she became the real joy of fall. Her endless energy and enthusiasm supplied by an internal drive to endure hours of heat, wet and often cold days when the snow was deeper than she could stand, left all that hunted with her in awe. If she had any shortcoming it was only a result of me.
She taught me more than I ever could teach her. She reminded me daily that life should be approached with a smile or wag of the tail and enjoyed even when it seems less than ideal. This fall there will be some grouse and pheasants that can breathe a sigh of relief for on Sunday, June 26th, the bell went silent for the final time.
–Joe Nicklay, Pheasants Forever Member from Finland, Minnesota
Thanks to Joe for sharing his memories, and for reminding us all . . . Time is short – Live life like a bird dog!
The Pointer is written by Bob St.Pierre, Pheasants Forever’s Vice President of Marketing. Follow Bob on Twitter @BobStPierre.
What is that Dog Pointing?
Sunday, June 12th, 2011
I am an admitted pointing dog fanatic. In my biased eyes, the pointing instinct is both fascinating and beautiful. I am also a horribly average wingshooter, and admit the help of a pointer’s cue has added dozens of extra breast fillets into my skillet.
However, pointer ownership isn’t always high art and rock solid points on cornered birds. Last weekend, my German shorthair locked up on a pair of sandhill cranes at 100 yards (don’t worry, no cranes or crane nests were disturbed). If you’ve never owned a pointer, my pup’s point of cranes may strike you as a bit odd. Your skepticism will likely deepen as I also admit that my pup, at 8 weeks of age, also pointed a small boy exiting a minivan. She has also pointed numerous mammals; including, coyotes, skunks, porcupines and deer. And if you’re not doubtful of Trammell’s hunting abilities yet, then I’ll admit to her point of a painted turtle in the middle of the Fort Pierre National Grasslands last September. While I have no idea what that turtle was doing in the middle of the prairie, I also have no idea what scent triggered my pup’s pointing instinct.
Thankfully, Trammell’s pointing instinct has been successfully honed to target pheasants, quail, ruffed grouse, sharpies, woodcock, and Huns in more consistent patterns than painted turtles.
Today, consider this blog the pointer’s confessional. What is the oddest thing your pointer has ever locked up on? Come on and be honest. I know you tell your buddies that your pup only points roosters and doesn’t even bother with hens, but I don’t believe you. What’s your pointer’s painted turtle point?
The Pointer is written by Bob St.Pierre, Pheasants Forever’s Vice President of Marketing. Follow Bob on Twitter @BobStPierre.
My Five Bird Hunts before The Rapture
Wednesday, May 25th, 2011
You may have heard California’s Rapture-predicting preacher has revised his math. It turns out the world is going to end on October 21st instead of May 21st as originally warned. What’s that mean to a bird hunting fanatic like me? With some bird hunting seasons opening up in mid September, I estimate to have about five bird hunting weekends left before the planet explodes.
Here are the five hunts I’d like to make happen before the coming autumn Rapture.
1) Yooper Grouse Opener: It’s a family tradition to return back home to Michigan’s Upper Peninsula to open the ruffed grouse season with Dad & Mom. If the world is coming to an end, this one is the most important for me to squeeze in one more time.
2) Hells Canyon: While I hope to be headed north, not south, following The Rapture, I have to chase birds in Hells Canyon one time before I die. While I’ve never been there, I’ve read about and been told stories of magical days in which hunters have shot pheasants, quail, grouse, chukar and Huns all in a single day.
3) Fort Pierre Prairie Grouse: In the last two seasons, I have fallen in love with the Fort Pierre National Grasslands. Although my pup has had close encounters with rattle snakes and porcupines, I have experienced some of my most memorable days afield in search of prairie chickens and sharp-tailed grouse.
4) Pheasant Opener: It has become a treasured tradition to open the Minnesota pheasant season at the cabin of FAN Outdoors radio host’s Billy Hildebrand in central Minnesota.
5) A Walk Alone: I enjoy time spent afield with others; however, given my druthers, my most treasured hunts are alone behind my shorthair. It seems that if the world is going to end, I’d find peace walking a patch of prairie with my pup Trammell.
Knowing the world is coming to an end early this fall’s hunting season, what will be your final five hunts?
The Pointer is written by Bob St.Pierre, Pheasants Forever’s Vice President of Marketing. Follow Bob on Twitter @BobStPierre.

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