The southwest land is sparely inhabited. This is cattle country with fields pumping out gas hidden below in then old shell fields almost pre Cambrian. There are not hotels but small town are out of a CM Russel portrait or a Louie Lam ore novel.. Here white fronted and the small Arctic Ross geese stage before heading g down to Kalamuth Lakes. There are many pot holes here but for several YEARS IT IS dry and so the birds concentrate. The Prairie grouse population are way up this season so the dogs will get a great workout.
Our first hunt is a pass shoot at cranes. There are four of us and we have our limit by mid morning. These are primitive birds and have little fear of human untill the reach New Mexico and Arizona. Sharptail are plentiful and by evening we have reach our season limit. Birds are cleaned , frozen and fillets prepared for the next several day. These crane are excellent table fare eith broiled of in a gravy stew. THE DOGS ALSO FEAST ON boiled goose breast and thighs. Nothing is left to waste except our minds watching the sun set over the grain fields
