Two Hunters. Two Shots. Two Birds.

Two days before Thanksgiving

Two Hunters, Two Pheasaants

A client of MediaPro Soup, Mike Kasbohm, President of Spectech, Inc. and inventor of the Magnet Gun Caddy and I decided to work-in a day of hunting pheasants north of Minneapolis, MN.

I’ve seen numerous birds driving back from the cabin and experienced good hunting last fall. So, I didn’t hesitate to give Mike a call. We open our schedules and made our plans for Tuesday morning; 8:00 a.m. sharp!

Two Hunters

Mike’s two German Pointers, and my dog Abby (GWP) are in their kennel and ready to go! We loaded Mikes truck and set-off for a day of hunting pheasants.

As we merge single-file into traffic like ants, our speed and actions seem to out-pace the intentions of the other drivers. I can see in the reflection of their eyes — the glow of orange passing by. I feel like a young school kid playing hooky.

Opening the map, we navigated to the closest Wildlife Management Area. It was a large pond with cattails bordering the shore. I’m all too familiar with the obstacles that lay ahead of us. We loaded our guns and prepared the dogs. We didn’t hesitate to submerse ourselves into the thick cattails.

As we pushed the edge of the swamp, Mike walked the right side and I walked the left. I could see through the ice; we had three good inches. Still green, preserved motionless, stood Lilly Pads under a sea of black ice.

Two Birds

We pushed through the cattails, just as we neared the end, I could hear the cackle of a rooster ahead. Mike’s dog was on it’s tail or should I say, “tail-feathers.” All of a sudden — it jettisoned up into the air, flying right towards Mike. With one shot the pheasant fell to the ground. “Nice shot Mike!” I called out.

I couldn’t believe it! Of all the paths that rooster could gone he went right towards Mike. Some guys have all the luck!

We made our way to the back-side of the swamp, where I could see standing corn. It turned out to be a little patch with a very large prairie behind it. We didn’t find any pheasants in the corn, but there was definite signs. I could see pheasant tracks ghosted the light snow from earlier that morning.

Last weekend, I shot six birds, but only recovered three. This time, I upgraded my shells to Double BB. Mike was on my left and as Abby and I moved forward. I heard the flush of a pheasant — then Mike’s shot. Ahead of me about 100-feet flew a large rooster. He was flying perpendicular to me and heading toward the thick swamp. I couldn’t let this one go without a try. So I swung and — BOOM! Down he came!

How far did you lead him? “Five feet,” I said.

Both Mike and I laughed. Mike asked, “How the hell did you hit that one?” Laughing still, I said “Double BB!’ ‘Now that’s what I call — reach out and touch someone!” Abby retrieved the pheasant and I praised her for a job well done. Two shells, Two pheasants!

Back at the truck, Mike and I are still laughing, Mike ask, “how far did you lead him?” “Five feet,” I said.

We both had two great shots and two wonderful adult roosters to show for our efforts. We simply have (two) much fun!