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Chase pheasants around Central Washington … learn something from trainer Doug Burnett … and get your off-season bird hunting fix. It’s all ready for you, here.

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Does Manny’s search produce a bird? Where’s Uncle Buddy? Watch the short video and you might win a prize if you can answer the UPLAND NATION Quick Quiz … at the end of the clip.  This week’s prize: Blaze Buddy Bandanna. Don’t miss a single frame of great bird hunting and gun dog videos and the chance to win … click on the “Join our FREE mailing list” box, in the upper right corner.

This home movie shot at Ravenwood Lodge, Topeka, KS.

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Packing tomorrow for the second trip of this season. We will hunt California, Oregon, and Idaho for shows you will see next year on Wingshooting USA. A real mixed bag: ringnecks, valley quail, chukars are all on the agenda. More from the road!

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Go here for days and times, then please watch the new episodes we’ve produced for your enjoyment and education. Yep, Tad, Lynn and I are hoping you will learn something as well as get your fix of dogs, birds, stunning scenery and other good stuff. We’re on three networks this fall, including VERSUS and a couple that you can watch “over the air” on one of your local stations’ digital tiers.

Director Tad Newberry orders me around ... again. Yes sir!

From Washington to South Dakota, English pointers to scruffy versatile dogs (including a lot of footage with my own wirehair Buddy), there should be something for everyone.

Let me know what you think!

And thanks to our major sponsors: National Shooting Sports Foundation’s www.wingshootingusa.org; TruckVault, Happy Jack and South Dakota.

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After a night of epic thunder and lightning and an epic example of restaurant arrogance  (Grand Hotel, Big Timber, Montana), we were ready for a return to adrenaline rush and scenic beauty. Do you know that feeling? Let’s get on with it!

Instead, we were greeted by low-lying, dank fog. The moisture lingered, soaking pants, socks and dogs but keeping temperatures cooler, longer,until the sun broke through and remained the rest of the day.

[Man, nor hunters, do not live by bread alone. But we broke bread in some spectacular places, including this one. Did it bring us luck?]

The Montana icons had been summoned, either by Hollywood or pure unadulterated luck: Cattle framed by rugged mountains, buckaroo (actually, buckarette) and border collie performing as if to a script. One recalcitrant bull briefly challenged us as we opened then shut (quickly and with furtive backward glances) a wire gate across our road.

Oh yeah, the hunting: big sky? Sure. Big fields, absolutely! This was the Hun-rich shorter cover we’d not gotten to earlier. But it was lunchtime before we saw a bird. Not for lack of trying. We ran most dogs through square miles of territory, hope piled on hope as Buddy, Biscuit and Ellie all promising partridge while delivering meadowlarks.

Another drive, more gates, and the slot machine called Montana started paying out. A small covey here, pair there, and every once in a while a sharptail adding spice to the prairie stew.

Manny’s moment: After enough birds to make a TV show interesting, guide Al Gadoury offered a return to a familiar patch to showcase 23-week-old Manny’s budding instincts. A sharpie passed overhead as we geared up … a portent? Manny ambled and streaked alternately through known sharptail habitat, locking into a beautiful, leg-up point. As we neared, we saw his little puppy head threaded between the bottom two strands of a barbed-wire fence along the county road.

Trepidation soon absented itself, as we decided nothing good could come of a shot across the road, or unidentified critter that might spray or inject nasty quills.

But by the time we turned for the trucks, the pup had bumped, pointed, stopped-to-flush and otherwise discovered at least a half dozen sharptails, even delivering many of them to (close to) hand. Good boy!

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