I have decided to end the hunting season. Earlier Cookie and I went out and although the day was somewhat disappointing and I didn’t get a bird I wasn’t too concerned because I did see a number of birds fly around the frozen sloughs. Today, however, I opted to end the season because I came across a hen that had died on the side of the road—she had frozen to death. This evening I spoke with another bird hunter and he told me had had found several birds near a road and all of them had frozen to death. We think the birds had been pushed out of their shelter and the bitter cold had caught them on top of the snow and cover before they could get back to shelter.
“The birds are stressed,” he said, adding that this winter is being hard on them and while the grouse seem to be able to cope with severe weather the pheasant don’t do as well.
I am sure there will be hunters who will take advantage of this last weekend of the season and brave the snow and wind to hunt pheasant; I just won’t be among them. I don’t feel as though I am missing anything because I’ve got pheasant, grouse and waterfowl in my freezer and a whole bunch of story material to work with. glg
1 year ago