The morning hunt in ND was a bit of a bust. Hit our best spot and didn’t put up a single bird until we were almost back at the truck. Half dozen got out from much thicker than normal cover, right next to corn. I had one fair shot at a bird in range and promptly missed.
Hit another spot down the road and three birds got up when we got out of the truck and flew into the adjacent corn.
Put up another two groups of three on that walk, but they were getting up at 500-1000 yards out. Birds are super spooky. And we are seeing a lot less sharptails than normal. We usually hunt up here in late September and we can really see the difference a few weeks make.
When we got done at the 2nd spot, I saw a rooster land in a big clump of brushy tangle about 50 yards from us. I sauntered down to him and he made me look like a fool by coming out the back end of bush when my view was obstructed. Classic pheasant stuff.
We are breaking ND camp and headed to MN this afternoon. My buddy and I both have a hankering for some classic, upper midwestern ruffed grouse hunting. Hopefully the leaves and the woodcock are down. Short prairie trip here in ND, but it’s always fun to go back to places that are special in your heart, even if the birds don’t play the game.