Sunday was my first for going pheasant hunting. Jon had gone
last year with his Uncle while I stayed home. At that time I had not completed
my Hunter Safety Course so I was not able to hunt. I was OK with that but last
year I finally took the class so that Jon and I could go hunting in Arkansas in
November. I had been going rabbit hunting with Jon and his uncle for about 6+ years bringing my camera to take shots of the
nature around us. So this was my year to actually get out in the field and be
one of the boys.
We left the house around 6am to drive an hour south of where
Jon and I live to a little town called Odell. It was all farm land. I LOVE driving
through farm land. It reminds me of how it use to be back in the day before all
the residential and commercial areas took over. Since this was my first hunting
trip for birds and with other people I was quite nervous. Pheasant hunting is
completely different than going deer or rabbit hunting. Those trips have been
normally quiet and there is not much noise in the field but with pheasant
hunting you have the dogs running back and forth while the owner makes sure
that they are not going into other fields by blowing a whistle. I could not
believe it. So after we were in the field for no more than 10 minutes I was up.
Big D (the pointer above) pointed. I had no clue what to do. I had to walk up
to D and look where he was pointing since that is where the bird was hiding. I
was literally on top of D licking the brush below me. Then a pheasant came
flying up and scared me half to death. I did not know it was such a close
sport. I did not even get my gun up since it all happened so fast. Later I was more comfortable with what I was
supposed to be doing.
It took me an hour or two but I finally got my first pheasant.
I was pleased with myself. I thought that I was not going to be able to get any
since they are so fast and that this was my first time out. Jon was proud of
me. Jon as well got a pheasant. We headed home with a successful trip together.
By the time we got home Jon and I were so tired and pooped. I wanted to relax
but I could not. I had a ton of things to do around the house. I think that
night we went to bed around 8pm.
Once again this week I was just not wanting to cook and
photograph our meals. Not sure what is with me but I hope that I have not burnt
myself out for food photography. So I plan to try and get back into it again
but don’t hold me to it. I need to get back into a routine. I have so many
things that I want to do and try that I am overwhelmed. I started last week doing
chores around the house during the week to free up my Saturdays. We will see
how that works out but I am positive and think I will get it done. I have been
busy using my sewing machine again. I ended up making a duvet cover and a
infinity scarf. More photos to follow once I am finished. Till next week!
