Nothing like a little late season pheasant hunting in Kansas... January 4-5 me and my buddy Stewart head up to see what our dogs can find. Weather is too hot, and way too windy. Doesn't matter: dogs working good. Ranger points hard -- but it's three hens. Talk about exciting. When three pheasants get gone it doesn't matter if they're boys or girls! Later Ranger and Stewart's dog Rebel work a rooster right up into a corner and then he goes. Stewart collects him with one shot and we're on the board. Some hard work that afternoon yields another one for Stewart and my first. Late in the day we try some "running rooster" -- we roll up to a cut milo field and Stewart bails out of the truck, races into the field hollering, and one enormous rooster gets caught having a last meal in the milo. He is one surprised rooster. Tries to catch a quick flight out but Stewart cancels it. Four roosters in one day!

We only hunt till noon the next day. A long walk through a big patch of CRP pushes roosters over the hill into a smaller field. We hop into it and a rooster crosses me trying to exit the pasture. No dice. Rooster #5 is in the bag. A little later my pup Dallas locks up and out comes another big ol' pheasant. Two shots and he becomes a retrieving drill for my two Brittanies.

In a day and a half of hunting, in the wrong kind of weather, with way too much wind we got six pheasants. What an amazing hunt! There is just nothing like Kansas and there is nothing like late season fun at the Double K!