Not only did my Dad teach me to fish he taught me how to hunt, so we had outdoor activites going on year round.  Fishing in the spring and summer and hunting in the fall.  My Dad loved to bird hunt, so we did a lot of dove hunts and duck hunts.  Later on we started quail hunting and I am now hooked.  I have been enjoying quail hunting and now I have my son Elliott hooked on it also.  Here are a few pictures from different hunts through the years.

 

 

 

This past November 2007 my brother, Joe, put together a pheasant hunting trip to Hanston KS.  Our party consisted of my three brothers West, Simon, Joe, Joe’s son Jay, his son in law Spann Laffitte, and Paul Davis our cousin’s Mary Wyman Fraser Davis husband.  We hunted for three days and traveled for two. Kansas was a bit different for this lowcountry boy.  It seemed everywhere we went all you saw were grain silos and miles and miles of fields.  I obviously knew this was the major economy of Kansas, but experiencing it was wonderful.  Our guide and host were wonderful.  We would have breakfast at their house prior to a hunt, lunch between the morning and afternoon hunt, and a big diner at night.  The dining room was what you would expect from a hunting lodge with lots of deer, mule deer, and pheasant mounts.  The main business was farming and he had plenty of fields to work. These are also the same fields we hunted. Flat areas with deep ravines, and the birds loved to fly down in the ravines. In the winter it is a bit slow and windy.  We were lucky with the weather.  The 1^st morning it was cold and windy and by the afternoon it had warmed up. Our guide would work a long row.  The plan was to send a couple of shooters to the end and then the dogs and other shooters would work their way down the row with the dogs.  They would point when a bird would not fly or birds would flush prior to the dogs getting to them.  At the end of the row we would have anywhere from one to five birds flush.  Our accommodations, nothing fancy but clean and practical, were in a house that he owned down from his home in the small town of Hanston.  The hunting was fun and the companionship was even better.