Category Archives: Pa’tridge Hunting

Chukar Hunters On-Line

CHUKAR HUNTERS ARE DIFFERENT, so different from our other game birds that they are developing their own cult of hunters—

Charley F. Waterman Hunting Upland Birds

I’m waiting patiently for gobbling turkeys and caddis flies here in Colorado as the snows continue to fall on my Sangre de Cristo Mountains.  Six inches this morning matter of fact. The greenbacks are under several feet of snow…however, it won’t be long ’til I’m tossing dries to my favorite natives, but until then I’ve been reminiscing on my days spent in Idaho with birds & dogs.   Idaho last October 2011 was unseasonably warm and dry.  Chukars were still way up in the rim-rock country Idaho is infamous for.  The  previous day was spent with my brother, Scott, chasing valley quail, pheasants and huns.  What a unbelievable day with the coveys caught out in the sagebrush hillsides.   My cover setterdog Gretchen and Gary Thompson’s long-legged GSP Pepper had over 50 staunch points on valley quail.

Grouse River Gretchen on Idaho Valley Quail

Scott and I were lured by the Siren’s call 2000 vertical feet to get to Lucifer’s birds that morning.  The first covey Scott came upon were scurrying in front of him causing a salivary response like Pavlov’s dogs tempting a ground sluicing…but Scott heartily adores these devil birds, and they roared off the ridge top unscathed to the valley below where we’d just clawed our way from.  The next bevy we saw was flushed by a menacing bird of prey.  Scott and I climbed higher and higher and were surrounded by cantankerous chukars until the storm rolled in.  Nothing like being vertical on talus slopes when it’s a whiteout…specially without skis.  It’s been said many times that a person hunts chukars once for the challenge and from thereafter for revenge.  I can’t wait to even the score!

Recently Pat Wray (author of A Chukar Hunter’s Companion) sent me an email informing me of his new Chukar Hunter’s website and forum.  Pat’s been chasing these birds for many years and has a wealth of chukar knowledge to share.  Anyone one interested in wild chukar hunting should stop in and visit Pat’s site.  Another excellent chukar forum site is Upland Idaho.

Enjoy the Spring weather and let’s count the days until we’re back in the uplands with our birddogs and smooth bores.

Setter Feathers…

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Upland Idaho 2011

Here’s some of my favorite photos from my recent trip to South Eastern Idaho.

I’ll post some specifics later this week…

 

 

Setter Feathers…

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>Odysseus of Groused

>Rod Crossman’s Painting (Click Here)
Ogden Pleissner Painting 1905-1983
Julian on the Isle of Skye, Scotland hunting woodcock

Odysseus was one of the most influential Greek champions during the Trojan War, but he is most famous for the ten years it took him to return home from the war…and of course his infamous Trojan Horse trickery.

Legend is defined as folklore historically grounded…I’d like to tell you not of the Greek Legend of Odysseus, but of the Great Groused Legend of John Charles Phillips, MD.

Rod Crossman Painting

John C. Philips was born on November 5th, 1876 in Boston, Massachusetts. He was the great-grandson of the very first mayor of Boston…and he came from a long line of Harvard graduates dating back as far as the class of 1650. It would be an understatement to say that John was independently wealthy…he was bred from New England wealth and position.

John developed a great love for the outdoors (hunting and fishing) as a youth that he would literally carry to his grave. He graduated from Harvard with a B.S. in 1899 and received his MD in 1904 from Harvard Medical School. John never really participated in a traditional practice of Medicine; however, he did spend two years as the house officer for the Boston City Hospital. John married Eleanor Hyde from Maine in 1908 and they had two sons and two daughters.

John traveled the globe extensively to such geographical places as Africa, Greenland, Cuba, Japan, Korea, China, Mexico, the western US, & Canada to collect bird and mammal specimens to donate to zoological museums.

In 1915, John decided to become a humanitarian and got involved in the Great War by accepting an honorary commission with the Royal Army Medial Corp with the British Expeditionary Force. He was in Great Britain until the US become involved in the war in 1917. John returned to the US to accept a commission in the US Army Medical Corp. He was the commanding officer for the 33rd Field Hospital of the 4th Regular Army Division in France and Germany. John returned from Europe in 1919 after 26 months of combat service.

John Phillips was friends with such upland greats as Ben Ames Williams, Nash Buckingham, Thomas Barbour, Col. Hal Sheldon, and Horatio Bigelow just to name a few. He and Nash worked on forming the American Committee for International Wild Life Protection which was founded to preserve and protect wildfowl. His most noted literary work was his four part monograph A Natural History of the Ducks published from 1922 to 1926. My favorite works of his appear in two of his books A Sportsman’s Scrapbook (1928), and the sequel A Sportsman’s Second Scrapbook (1933) both were illustrated by the great A. L. Ripley (1896-1969).

The Great Groused Legend of John C. Phillips is not about the greater than 200 articles and books that he authored nor the vast tracks of land he donated for wild life conservation or the zoological specimens he collected.

The legend spans from John being a Dyed-in-the-Wool New England Ol’ Pa’tridge Addict!

Gunning for grouse and woodcock in his beloved New Hampshire Coverts behind well bred setters was his passion…his reason for existence and the reason for his death.

On a damp, gunmetal-gray, November (14th) day in 1938 while gunning grouse with good gunning companion and friend Wayne Colby near Exeter, New Hampshire, John C. Phillips, MD passed away due to heart failure. It is rumored that John’s limp body was found hunched over his treasured Damascus double-barreled hammer gun with both triggers cocked back as if he was walking in on a pointed pa’tridge by his beloved setterdog.

What a grand way to meet the Maker of our grouse coverts!

Wayne Colby removed John’s body from their favorite covert with a horse drawn wagon by lantern light. The day John C. Phillips was laid to rest before his beloved friends and family on a little knoll in the Wenham, New Hampshire woods, a shot was heard off in the distant grouse cover…

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