Truly a sportman's paradise, is Sportsman's Paradise
Big trout with snow in the background of the photo was my first exposure to Sportsman’s Paradise, nestled in Utah’s Cache Valley. My friend Guy would email pictures of his adventures, from fly fishing to bird hunting at the White Ranch near Logan, and I’d been intrigued from that first big rainbow”s portrait.
Now, it was my turn. A fortunate set of circumstances led me from my original destination to this idyllic valley north of Salt Lake City. Guy was limping, holding a shoulder and sharing stories of misadventures in pursuit of mulies and whitetails, wild turkeys and trout. He was also game for a morning hunt.
The rain started as we opened Buddy’s box. It lightened during the outward leg of our slosh through waist-high grass bordering a cut alfalfa field in the rolling hills surrounding the ranch. The ringnecks didn’t fly – or run – like their feathers were wet … Buddy’s first three points were brief as the birds towered into the air, then downwind and downslope.
We sidehilled a ways, and the Tri-Tronics beeper’s hawk scream announced another point, on the edge of a sage thicket. The bird rose 50 yards away, no shot … again.
Our truckward leg of the hunt was more productive. Wind in our (and Buddy’s) face, the points were solid and birds started holding. The first shot bird of the day is worth a paragraph:
After a tree’s worth, I did my best imitation of Sir Edmund Hillary and slogged up the slope, gun opened and Guy with the only shot. Buddy was like a clock’s minute hand, adjusting to the bird’s movement with quarter-hour moves ending in solid point after point, after point. I got above the skeletal bush, turned off the beeper, and shut up.
Finally unnerved, rooster peeled away from both of us, with the bush between he and me. In my best grouse-hunting style, I ignored the branches and slapped the trigger. A feather cloud signaled my luck.
Guy followed a bit later with a 50-yard shot he says he led by four side-by-side double barrel widths. It worked.
A great track on a wounded bird, more excellent points (and steady-to-flush) added spice to the increasingly yucky day. Rain turned to sleet and we turned for the truck.
I’m already planning my visit for next trout season.
[I’ll be awarding the next pair of Irish Setter boots and jacket early in the week, so tell me in the comment section below where you’d wear a new pair, and they might be sent to you!]
Scott Linden Outdoors 
well i need good pair of boots and jacket when i am hunting around the hills southern utah the rugged terrian we have like when i am hunting chucker and quail ducks and geese in the field for phesant and to keep with friend mike c dog name buddy. thanks for great shows and the good outdoors
Tromping around in the southern Utah area in the cold and and wind with my [ BUDDY] black lab at my side dove, pheasant, grouse, quail, duck, goose, hunting Im always in severe need a good boots and a jacket to make me a better hunter. The brush and cactus always have there way on my account. Thanks for showing us the outdoors !
I saw you ad saying Just visit my site and tell me where you’d wear a new pair of Irish Setter boots and jacket, and you might win them.
So I thought that Id pop in and see if they would fit my Labrawhiler, She could use them Duck hunting.
Okay, I’ll fall for it. What’s a “Labrawhiler?”
Thanks Jon, I will.
Thanks for the nice post about Utah. I live, hunt and fish in Utah and love the outdoors. Through the winter months I keep my Brittany and my Shorthair sharp by guiding pheasant hunters at a local pheasant hunting preserve. With many early mornings below freezing my toes always suffer the most. Some Irish Setter working boots would be put to good use all winter long. Keep up the good work.
Walking through the rolling CRP fields of Northwest Iowa in search of Pheasant, the Irish Setter coat would keep the never ending wind from chilling me to the bone.
Watching my Brit work as she worked the long “dirty” fencelines of Iowa would be much more comfortable in my Irish Setter boots.
They both would be put to the test as I traipse through the dense North woods of Wisconsin after Ruffed Grouse.
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