As is the new norm in October, my brother-in-law and I went out with a friend on Monday to an area south of the city we like to call 'partridge square.' We usually start our day at the range and make sure our shotgun skills are up to par and then continue on to what has always been a very fruitful location for upland game birds. But on this occasion not one bird flushed. It was a situation I had never been in emotionally. When hunting deer you expect to have days that you don't see anything, but for bird it's never a thought that crosses your mind. This is the nature of nature I suppose. It's humbling to realize how little control over the world we live we have. One can not simply command birds to be where we need them to be when we need them to be there. Populations and locations have to be hunted.
While the day started great at the range, with very encouraging rifle and shotgun results, and finished at a new hunting low, the nature of nature is such that it was still a day not wasted. Being out of the city, discovering new beauty in the prairies and spending a day shooting the shit with a couple friends still has to be considered a good day. Hunting will not always yield food on the table, and when you take a minute to remember that a big part of why we do it is to connect with the world around us it becomes a very successful outing.