Wednesday was the last day of the Idaho pheasant season. The last couple of years I have made it a point to hunt the closing day of the pheasant season, but this year I didn’t think I would make it, with everything that we had going on. However, when it started snowing heavily mid-morning I couldn’t take it. I had to bust out. It started out cold with a biting wind, but after bumping a covey of 18-20 Huns I was hot enough to shed a few layers. I love hunting pheasants in the snow. For one they tend to hold tighter, and for another you can track them and see what’s around. I ended up with a couple of roosters and a fluke ruffed grouse that was in a lone willow patch in a tiny creek bottom along an ag field. The Huns flushed too far out and I lost them in the fog and never did put them up again, but had an awesome time. Until next year…
