Jon and Wes for a prairie chicken trip to north central Kansas, about a four hour drive from KC. We hightailed it out of town after work on Friday, and stayed at a Super 8 motel while the hardier Jon and Wes camped out in 42-degree weather. It was the best of both worlds, frankly... we got the campfire, marshmallows, and bourbon... while they got the cold sleep on the terra firma.
We started the morning hunt somewhat frustrated... one of our honey holes (Jon and Wes had done quite well there just a couple of weeks ago) failed to yield a bird within shooting range. At this point, a bit of frustration and self-doubt was seeping in. Those who hunt will understand -- wondering if somehow, some way, the bird gods are testing your patience, mettle, and dedication. I'm not someone who measures success by fulfilling bag limits, but I do enjoy the excitement and satisfaction of good dog work and an occasional connection with a bird.