If your only hobby is chukar hunting, chances are you’ve been bored these past several months. My guess, though, is that most of you have figured out what to do in the 8-month hell known as the “Off-Season” (isn’t “off” such a loaded word?). I know lots of chukar hunters fish during the summer, some mountain bike, scout for big game, work on their chess game or post-up or post-op moves, maybe do a little yard work or fix stuff you blame other people for breaking even though — let’s be honest — you screwed it up a long time ago and either forgot or were just too ashamed to admit it.
I’m either blessed with or a victim of my too many hobbies (it’s a sort of fluid state of being). These past several months, I’ve become pretty re-obsessed with a hobby I embarked on about 38 years ago when I did some basic math and realized I could circumvent the law and save money. Home brewing. It’s one of those things that can get out of control fast. I’m over that, although surprises wait around every corner. In this latest rupture, I’ve learned a lot of new stuff, including a new version of the same lesson I always seem to face: the rediscovery that I had no idea how much I never imagined I didn’t know.
Anyway, I thought I’d share a little of my off-season pursuit, especially since I conned Leslie into making a video of a recent brew day (my ulterior motive was to have some company in what is usually a pretty solitary endeavor). Enjoy the video!
P.S. If you like the bucking chukar logo, we hope to have hats and shirts by the beginning of chukar season…
We got an early start and headed up the mountain in the dark wearing headlamps for the first part of the climb. After about an hour of zigzagging up the mountain the sun started to rise in the distance. Some parts of the climb were super steep and I ended up having to grasp some clumps of bunchgrass and branches of sagebrush to pull myself further up. Legal shooting hours were one half hour before sunrise but Bob’s goal was to reach the top of the rocky ridge and not start hunting until the downhill. This was early fall and still pretty warm outside during the day and he was hoping that the birds would be heading up after spending the early morning drinking water down by the river and, as they say in cowboy movies, “Head them off at the pass.” This was my first time hiking for chukar with Bob and Angus and this whole world of seeing things off trail was new and exciting.
Bob asked if I’d carry our video camera to record some of the hunt that day. I’d never used our video camera before and he showed me how to operate it the night before. He told me that the red light meant you were recording and the green light meant it was stopped. Besides negotiating new terrain and trying to keep up with Bob and Angus, my job was also to stay out of the way and be ready to film at all times. When something would happen which I wasn’t anticipating because I didn’t understand what was going on, Bob would signal me that Angus was onto birds or he was on point so I could start filming. With so much going on in my mind that day, operating the camera and pushing the correct button was the opposite of what Bob told me and that the green light meant go. Unbeknownst to me, I spent most of that day recording the ground thinking the camera was turned off.
Angus strikes a familiar pose. This was the first time I saw Angus point.
The descent on this first chukar hunt was equally challenging and it was easier on my legs to go up than down. Chukar country is steep. We stopped on the way down and I took off my backpack to get something out of it and sat my pack on the ground. Before I knew it my pack was somersaulting down the hill. I stood there and watched in disbelief not being able to do anything about it and thanked my lucky stars that it was still zipped up and that we were heading downhill in that direction anyway.
When we got home Bob sorted through at least an hour of footage of nothing but the moving ground and dizzying images of boots. I was embarrassed by my lack of getting something on film but he found at least a couple of minutes of hunting action and he made a short video and uploaded it to YouTube. The name of the movie was “Another Chukar Hunting Adventure with Angus.” Back in 2010, YouTube was still fairly new and there weren’t a whole lot of chukar hunting videos out there. Anything was better than nothing, we thought, and we even got some positive feedback on the video and not too many thumbs down. I agreed to carry the camera the next time we went out, and the next and the next and that continued for another seven years until I finally got tired of following Bob around the mountain with the camera and got a shotgun and started hunting myself.
I call our YouTube contributions “home movies” because they’re not professional quality by any means. Over the course of those seven years of filming, my fitness improved and usually I was able to stay with Bob plus anticipate when something might happen, and I learned to try and hold the camera still and slow my breathing down or hold my breath while filming so we wouldn’t have so much heavy breathing but that wasn’t always easy.
During this down time we’ve all been having the past month, I’ve been going back and rewatching some of the videos we made over the years. A virtual rabbit hole of good times spent on the mountain. This first video, Another Chukar Hunting Adventure with Angus is the movie made with the footage from my maiden day on the mountain. I’d never seen chukar hunting in person or a pointing dog working until that day and immediately knew that it was something special.
This next one, How Not to Handle a Hun was made in 2013. We took “The Kid” Jarret hunting and he learned that not all birds are retrieved dead. It was a good learning experience for him and me. It’s something that carried over when I started hunting. My first Hungarian partridge that Angus retrieved for me during my first season wasn’t dead. I had to deal with it and it’s not pleasant but it’s part of upland hunting.
Chukar Hunting Retriever Man was filmed on the 2016 season opener with our friend Cameron. We lost one of the birds on a rocky cliff down by the water and Angus couldn’t get to it. We decided to go back and get the boat and motor back upriver to find it. While Cam was retrieving it up in the rocks, Angus ate Cam’s roast beef sandwich. We still laugh about it.
Shit Chukar Hunters Say was my idea back in 2013. I’d seen something called “Shit Cyclists Say” and wanted to make a chukar hunter version of it. We made it with our friend Greg on the hill behind our house. We didn’t really have much of a script and Bob and Greg did a wonderful job ad libbing.
Public Land Chukar Hunting in Idaho. We went hunting in a place we’d never been before back in 2016 and at a place we really didn’t expect to find chukar but did. I really like this video because it was the first time Bob did a voice over and I love that about it. (He made this video as an example for a video project he had his students do.)
A Walk for Chukar is one that I made myself last year when learning how to use iMovie. It celebrates the landscapes where these birds live. I love this video and can watch it over and over.
This last video, Another Chukar Hunting Adventure with Angus, 2020, is footage from this past season 2019/2020. I just made it this week. We used the same music from that first one made in 2009, and the only thing that is different is location and all three of us are much older.
Looking back at these and watching them, there is one thing that resonates with us, inspires us, and makes us look forward to next season are these beautiful places in the chukar hills.
For some reason I’ve been thinking about family lately, partly because my nephew Finn drove a long way to come hunt chukar with us recently. I wondered about the word’s origin, and felt dumb not knowing what it was since I have my students work with Latin and Greek roots every day. I was surprised to see it comes from “servant.” What does this have to do with chukar hunting?
A lot, actually. Families and households serve those lucky enough to have some of that, and our dogs are an integral part of our home ecosystem. We don’t have our own children, and — like a lot of dog owners — our dogs, despite not having any say in the matter, fill an important role in our home. The fact that they’re hunting partners means that we serve each other at home and in the field: we serve food to them, they serve us with unconditional love and affection, we serve them the uplands, they serve us with downed birds.
Celebrating and reminiscing about great days on the chukar hills from past seasons. These beautiful moments, funny ones, exhausting ones, and even frustrating ones always remind us of the beauty of the sport and what the culture of chukar hunting means to all of us.
The following is a collection of some photos we’ve never shared and a few of my favorites that you might have seen before. Remembering those wonderful times spent with friends, family, some moments alone, and of course with good dogs will help all of us get through these uncertain times and give us something to look forward to this coming autumn. We again thank you for following us along on this journey over the years. It’s because of you we hope to keep this up another decade.
Winter hunting can be a little slippery.This was a beautiful place to hunt but we found it over grown with cactus, poison Ivy, and rattlesnakes that day. We’ve never been back.Big country, God’s country.Peat honoring 6-month old Susie. The funny thing was that out of camera view, Susie was pointing some cattle on the other side of a fence. I was freezing cold and miserable in this photo but we kept climbing and following the dogs. Sometimes you misjudge what the weather might do and just deal with it.Heading down after I got us lost. We were only temporarily lost but it’s always a little disconcerting when you get turned around and disoriented in the backcountry.Cold cowboy coffee. We thought it would be fun to sleep on the boat on season opener. We brought everything but the kitchen sink and still managed to forget the camp stove. We also had a rude awaking in the middle of the night when we woke up with our boat laying on its side on rocks. We now know that Idaho Power lowers the water level in the reservoir at night.Snowy point. Hauling in a stranded boat of fisherman after we got done hunting. They were lucky this cold day since we were the only other people on the water. Oh, and Bob discovered that in the process of towing this boat we’d shredded our boat’s prop.Angus pointing. I thought he was just resting in the shade but a couple of chukar busted right in front of him. I kicked myself for not being ready with my shotgun. Good day Bob spent spent with his brother Geoff and his Brittany Donner. Dog trio on the rim. Bob can hunt for hours without pulling out his camera so these moments are rare.Opening day, 2018Sam spoon feeding Hannah and Angus. Sam started us on the post-hunt Vienna Sausage tradition. We’ve tried hunting with snowshoes a couple of times over the years. Too much snow was hard on the dogs. A rare two balloon day. Prepping for the perfect after hunt photo. Tough climb but the views were spectacular. The early season is always hot and dry.Vienna sausage post-hunt treat tradition continues.Early season after-hunt cool-down.Trying to get the dogs to look at me for group shot.Huns. I love the expression on Angus. Standing there watching 6-month-old Peat on season opener eating his first chukar and we couldn’t do anything about it. He did the same thing 5 more consecutive times. He hasn’t done it since.It always seems like we spend more time going up than going down. That’s probably because we do.Proud parents of a baby boy Peat. Angus looks dejected. Peat looks like he’s planning the years of shenanigans he’s in the process of executing.Friends forever after a rough start. The Sunburst Brittany Clan. All three kids hiked all day with us in tough terrain.The kid followed us up every mountain. The kid “Jarret” is now a high school junior.Snowballs on Angus and inside my boots. This is the one the day I wished I’d worn gaiters. We went hunting with my brother-in-law only once but it was memorable. Opening day of chukar 2019. We thought we’d only have Angus for a few hunts but he lasted the entire season and is still going strong. My first ever chukar on my first season. Angus pointed and retrieved it, which made it even more special.Heading back to the pickup. Late afternoon hunts are always nice, and I love the light in this photo. Hunting stories in Hells Canyon Beer pub with Sam.Where’d they go? Snow chukar at all. This was when I only carried a camera. At the time I didn’t know what I was missing. Young Angus and Huns. We used a vest for a few hunts but stopped using it. I’m not sure why.Boots with good ankle support is definitely required for chukar hunting. I’m never sure how to hold my bird for photos. I always feel awkward.My Benelli. I use an auto loader but rarely shoot more than once on a covey. It’s always hard to show steepness in photos, this one sums it up.Failed negotiation with Jarret over sharing his Peanut Butter and Cheeto sandwich. Jan 2020 highlight was meeting Custer. He’s on my left and also the nephew of Angus.Not a bad view. Taking a break after the long hike up from the reservoir. Peat on point.Birthday seat covers for my hunting rig.Bob looking for deer while taking the kid bird hunting. Four Sunburst BrittanysThanksgiving Day hunt back in 2016. We made a video of the day and so far it has had 1.6 million views on Youtube. There’s some sort of weird chukar hunting cult out there. 😉Sam and Hannah. Sadly, Hannah passed away this past winter. I take a lot of photos of dogs drinking water, this one is my favorite. Covey Rise. It’s always hard to capture birds in flight.Angus in pursuit of a downed bird that Bob shot when this single busted behind him. Behind the scenes in the early years before Angus turned gray. The year of mega snow fall. We couldn’t hunt but it didn’t stop this Red tailed Hawk. Steep country. I love it. Angus retrieving my chukar this season. We couldn’t go up or down, the only way was across and it was like walking on tiny marbles. I ended up crawling on my hands and knees. Last photo of the 2019/2020 season.