Dan Amundson
These are the Good Ol’ Days
My brother-in-law, nephew and I decided about a month ago it would be a good idea to head out to South Dakota, in December, to chase some pheasants around in the snow. This is by far my favorite time of the year to hunt ring-necks. The day we scheduled to leave turned out to be the day I received 16 inches of snow in my backyard.
After 2 hours of plowing my driveway, I headed to St. Paul to pick up my brother-in-law. I white knuckled it the first half of the drive and things progressively improved as we went along. Our destination was Redfield, SD. I have an uncle that has owned a farm out there for about 30 years. My uncle is notorious for downplaying the pheasant population in the Mecca of the pheasant world. His standard line goes something like this “I have no idea where all the birds went. Last winter we must have had 500 in our farm yard. This year I don’t think I have seen one in the last month.” Read more…
Hunting Trip of a Life Time…Never!
One of my pet peeves is the phrase “trip of a lifetime” or for this subject “hunting” trip of a lifetime. This phrase implies to me that some how a trip is a one time thing or the best trip one would ever experience in their lifetime. Well if you’re an avid hunter like me, the very notion of a hunting trip being a one time occurrence or the best I am every going to experience is simply unacceptable. Read more…