We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Different categories, with some overlap. Here at Maggie's, we are sometimes busy with preserve hunting of pen-raised birds. Not the real thing but good for the dogs. Sort of Disney hunting. Golf with firearms is the way I think of it.
My love is grouse hunting in the North Woods. BD is the same. Hours of tramping over hill and dale and marsh, hoping to find a stray grouse or woodcock. With dog, of course, preferably pointer. You barely need 12 bullets in your pocket for a whole day and if you come back to the lodge with a grouse or two, it's a banner day.
Both strenuous activities require layering and you need to add an inch to your trousers to handle cold weather under-stuff. Also, if age adds an inch (which it should not, God forbid), take it into account too. Best thing: suspenders. Filson tincloth winter gear requires them. This gear is not for "bird" hunting in the southland but it is good for brush-busting in the northern regions.
Hiking, especially mountain hiking, keeps you warm and you peel layers off into your daypack as you begin to sweat. Bird hunting is slower and colder, more methodical, tactical, and there is no daypack to put stuff into.
Went on a pheasant hunt in the quiet corner of CT a few years back. Not nearly as tiring as a hike in the White Mountains. One's mind is so concentrated on bagging the birds there's no time to get tired. Until late in the day with a number of birds taken. The guide's dog was a wonder to behold. In constant motion and found pheasants and chuckers I'd walked right by moments before.
My love is hunting Mulies in the Coulees of Sage creek country in south east Alberta where the creek runs into Montana.
We walk for the same many joyful miles, sometimes in warm sunny weather, sometimes in a foot of snow at minus 10F.
Coulees are not mountains, but there is plenty of up and down. The walking is also tactical, we usually push the coulee three abreast, uphill for preference, one in the creek bottom wrestling the buck brush, falling into the creek cut, and cursing. The other guys are on the slope shoulders and get the shot. We shift positions every hour, after a coffee and a choccy bar.
Before 9-11 we drifted south across the US border, and American hunters drifted north and nobody cared.
When you hunt birds, do you see billions of deer? Because when I hunt deer I see trillions of grouse. They jump up in front of me, laugh at my rifle and insult me.
A good bird hunt on the prairies of eastern Colorado: a good companion, a good dog, a good cigar, and a good whiskey. Oh, and some good flushes, some good shots, and some good retrieves. After 60+ years, beginning with my Dad, I recognize the importance of a good companion; a good companion is hard to find and even harder to keep. A toast to the good companions I've had who have passed.
I too, was a filson aficionado, until they gave up and became just another importer. At those prices, I would prefer American made, thank you. Also, had their oil cloth rain gear that did not do the job. To their credit, they did do a refund on that..
I wear an old pair of Filson Tin Cloth chaps when hiking GWNF thickets with my shotgun behind our ESS pup here in Virginia. The Grouse are so few and far between that it wouldnt matter if I carried bullets instead of my typical shotgun shells.