Wednesday, March 31, 2010
In the Winter chill of Wisconsin, there is little to do activity wise if you want to upland hunt, and Wisconsin's early trout season doesn't open until the first week of March. So you basically have two choices when the cold breath of old man winter sets in; Take pictures or ice fish. While the thought of spending an entire day with another man in a plywood shack seems VERY enticing, (insert sarcasm here) I choose to take in the full winter plumage of the heartiest of the remaining waterfowl. I especially like the feeding shot, amazing what happens when you throw a bag of corn when it 7 degrees outside!
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Few things upland wise can compare to explosion of grouse wings and the sweet smells of decaying leaves in Oct in Wisconsin, but 60 degree temps with warm sunshine on your back and the explosion of 100 pairs of wings is AWFUL close!
Every holiday season i get the opportunity to visit my in laws, catch up on vitamin D, and witness the largest coveying bird in North America. I often refer to things as "Desert Beautiful", and no one understands what I'm trying to convey. i hope that with these pics you might be able to understand what i feel when I'm there. There is truly no place like it, and I cant wait to go back.
There really isn't a more detailed bird than a valley quail. It has blues, tans, whites, oranges, hints of dark purple, all of which find a way to blend into the most majestic of top hats. Even after harvest, the pride of the quail remains erect, i almost think they know how pretty they really are.
Posted by Jackson at 7:54 PM
Monday, March 29, 2010
This was a collage from last seasons more memorable moments. It's Hard to see the old get "tired", fun to see the young get "it", and joyful to look back and enjoy for a second time, all the days we've blessed with. This past season didn't go exactly as "planned." My father fell Ill for the majority of camp, making me realize how special those days afield truly are. We made some amazing mental pictures, that I hope and pray will stay with me for life. Dottie has become a better pointer than I ever thought I would own. Kwik was well, "himself" (haha). His mind , his will and his heart, pushing MUCH harder than his 11 year old body would let him. I feel so priveleged to have had the "Hoover" find so many birds I thought I never hit, and that warm muzzle and heart of gold, to make me believe that I'm half the man he thinks I am. Thanks Buddy, heres to next season may it be a great one for you to "retire" on.
Went out for my first "non driftless area " outing on Sunday, on a little Freestoner in central Wisconsin. Apparently i got what i deserved. A cold, my usual early season baptism of 39 degree water, (I'm a faller, NOT the guy you want to be wading next to) and absolutely not one chase or flash from anything resembling a trout. Its a little early on the non spring creek streams yet, but i figured i could use some casting work.
Posted by Jackson at 7:29 PM
To everyone that might end up using this blog! I plan on sharing my trout fishing , grouse hunting, dog training, and funny happenings for your entertainment! please excuse my errant typing, wrong use of prose, and borderline attention deficit disorder, but those of you who know me, know it'll be a lot of fun. ALL "busting of chops' is not only highly reccomended, but EXPECTED!
Posted by Jackson at 7:11 PM