Deer hunters will march on the steps of the capitol to protest buck regulations; but quail hunters just go away. --A frustrated New Jersey quail hunter/conservationist
If quail hunters made as much noise as bear hunters, this agency would be doing more for quail. --A southeastern wildlife agency administrator, September 2011
Those two quotes are the beginning to an excellent blog post over on the National Bobwhite Conservation Initiative website. The blog, written by NBCI Director Don McKenzie, is a must-read for anyone concerned with the current state of the bobwhite quail.
My old chessie, Tess, has always been a fantastic duck dog and an excellent bird finder on downed upland game when used as a non-slip retriever in conjunction with my pointing dogs. What she has never been, however, is a good upland flusher, mainly because I've never actively trained her to be one. But with a near-total lack of water thus far making my 2011 waterfowl season a total bust, Tess hasn't been getting as much field time this fall as she's used to.
A good, sharp knife is perhaps the most basic item in any kit I carry to the field, regardless of whether I'm training or hunting. And since knives are one of those items that tend to last forever (if you take care of them) and someday get passed down to your children, I firmly believe it's better to spend more money buying a single quality knife than to buy a bunch of the cheap crap. So, when it came time for me to invest in a new small game knife to carry while bird and duck hunting, I decided to go with a custom maker.
Charles May is a Mississippi-based custom knife maker who makes blades of superlative beauty, toughness and function. I first discovered Charles May several years ago while looking for a new big-game knife. I kept hearing praises about his knives from hunters across the country. When I got my first knife, I knew exactly why; they are masterpieces of elegant simplicity. I've been carrying one of Charles’ big-game knives for three years now, and decided to complement it with one of Charlie's exquisitely made bird and trout knives. The new knife has been on my belt since early September and it is every bit as good as I thought it would be.
This past weekend was the opener of both the Oklahoma quail season and the combined quail/pheasant season in Kansas. More importantly, it was the start of my pup Jenny's first real hunting season. Last fall she was a gangly, goofy puppy who ran like the wind and had no idea what she was doing, but was damn happy to be doing it. This fall she is a gangly, goofy teenager who still runs like the wind and has very little idea of what she's supposed to be doing, which is, I guess, a step up from nothing.
I am, as I'm sure many of you are, a big college football fan. As I was watching a game last weekend the announcers were talking about a player who had been lightly recruited out of high school, but had blossomed into a big-time college player.
In recruiting parlance, he had been a lowly three-star recruit, lacking the hype, expectations and fistfuls of scholarship offers of the more desirable, highly-touted four and five-star recruits he was currently kicking all over the field.
And it occurred to me that there are some remarkable parallels between the expectations we place on college athletes based on their recruiting rankings and the expectations we place on our dogs based on pedigrees and price. Just like four or five-star football recruits, dogs that come from titled parents have expectations of greatness. And just like those recruiting rankings, sometimes it works out and sometimes it doesn't. And sometimes, just like those overlooked, under-recruited superstars-in-waiting, dogs from "undistinguished" lines can turn out to be prodigal talents.
Last year about this time I wrote a blog post about how the guys at Pheasants Forever had thought up a cool twist on the classic hunting road trip, a marathon five-state public-land pheasant-hunting trek dubbed the "Rooster Road Trip."
"I don't mind reading stories about hunts or fishing trips to destinations only hedge-fund managers can afford to visit. While they're entertaining in a way, they simply don’t hold my interest for long. Much like the trips themselves, they're one-off reads, a bit of Walter Mitty escapism. But give me a story or a compelling narrative that's actually within the realm of possibility and I'll go back to it time and time again, especially if I can identify with some element of it.
I recently got the opportunity to spend a few days attending seminars and touring the facilities at the Iams/Eukanuba headquarters in Dayton, Ohio. It was an extremely entertaining, educational and eye-opening experience. After touring one of Eukanubas state-of-the-art dog food plants, I'll never look at dog food as "just" dog food again.
I came away from the trip with enough raw data, product info and research findings for a book of blog posts, but here are three things that I think stand out.
Nutrition and Care of the Sporting Dog: This is a handbook that can either be downloaded at the Eukanuba sporting dog site or you can call Eukanuba at 1-888-EUKANUBA and get a free hard copy. Written specifically for the sporting crowd, this seventy-page, nutrient-dense tome is a must-read for any gundog owner.