I have to admit I don’t get to Western Idaho very often, I was there a few years back for a fishing trip on the Owyhee River and South Fork of the Boise and then again to go through my pre license education to get my real estate license. This time I made the trip west to hunt Chukars and Pheasants.
I am still a rookie when it comes to any type of hunting having only shot a handful of ducks and grouse on day trips near Teton Valley but my friends Stephen and Ben Adamson are very avid hunters and their enthusiasm for the sport is contagious and they are gracious and patient enough to take me in and show me the ropes. They have had to teach me just about everything from how to load my shotgun properly (It was jamming occasionally if I loaded it.) to how to clean birds. Kind of nice having friends with an encyclopedic knowledge of hunting. And did I mention they have bird dogs….wow what a difference…hunting behind a well-trained pointer makes all the difference in the world.
Western Idaho is much drier and lower in elevation than the highlands to the east but the terrain is beautiful, the people are very nice, and the bird hunting is impressive you can hunt ducks, chukars, grouse, huns, quail, and pheasants all in the same day. We spent all day Friday and Saturday hunting Chukars and I wasn’t quite prepared for how much “walking” we would do. Stephen warned me that there would be a lot of walking but this is not walking this is steep aggressive mountain climbing without trails and the sidehilling really works your ankles. Following these birds up and down this amazingly steep slopes is a great work out and I think you have to be a little crazy to actually enjoy it. It can be so frustrating trying to chase these birds down that after a while it becomes a pure act of revenge and you want nothing more than to kill those little fuckers.
Being so new to the sport my revenge will have to wait until next time, the steep fast flight of the Chukars was too much for my lack of shooting skill, but I did manage to shoot one the first day when one bird happened to fly in front of my line of sight while I was taking aim at another bird…got him and man it felt great. Ben was curious why I didn’t keep shooting at the rest of the birds but I was so thrilled that I shot one I could have cared less about the others.
On Sunday Stephen and I hunted pheasants after we dropped Ben off at the Boise airport. Pheasant hunting seemed like a lazy man’s sport after Chukar hunting, we would casually walk the flat fields while Greta, Stephen’s dog, would dutifully and expertly find us birds to shoot. It would have been really easy if I could shoot! Stephen shot his limit of two Pheasants after about 10 minutes and we spent the rest of the time trying to get me some birds while Greta worked her ass off. Greta got me set up on birds time and time again while I proceeded to miss each time, only managing to wound one bird that Stephen helped me find and finish off later. It was embarrassing and Greta must think I am an idiot.
So before I go hunting again I think more time spent knocking down clay pigeons is in order and maybe some more time running up steep hills getting ready for Chukars.
Here’s some pictures from our trip.
Thanks Stephen and Ben!
- End of a great weekend
- Chukars
- Ben and Elsie getting ready for the hunt
- Stephen, Ben, Greta, and Elsie showing how it’s done.
- Chukar Country…steep, rocky, and steep.
















































