This week’s upland rambles with the RX1r II - Warning: hunting pics

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The weather was bizarre again this week, but in the other direction – very warm and spring-like. One day, it got up to 78 degrees. Beyond strange for this time of year. Due to the warm weather and ability to hunt in shirtsleeves, I got the old .410 Model 42 out again and ended up using it all week.

Joy pointing for the .410:

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As usual, it worked fine and reminded me, yet again, how effective a .410 can be if one actually places the pattern on the bird and doesn’t take any shots over 25 yards.

The cockbird on the left below was an interesting shot. Joy pointed this bird in a little clump of trees at a corner way down at the far end of a long field - maybe 300 yards away from me – Joy was a speck in the distance. I told her I was coming and began to move in her direction at my usual slow, old man's pace. She held the bird until I got within about 200 yards and then it (as roosters are likely to do) sensed danger closing in and flushed. It flew straight down the edge of the field that I was in. It started out as a tiny dot and grew larger and larger, flying at full speed with a 25 mph wind behind it – really moving! I was about 25 yards inside the field and figured that if the rooster didn’t veer off, it would be (just) within range of the little gun. Since Joy had done such a good job in handling the bird, I wanted to kill it if I could. Sure enough, it stayed on line. When the big rooster, colors flashing in the bright sun, was directly across from me, I swung on the bird and gave it a good 5 plus feet of lead because its flight line was perpendicular to me. The little gun spoke; that bird flew right into the pattern and came down HARD.

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The more I use it under field conditions, the more I enjoy and appreciate the little gem RX1r II. Sadly, this has resulted in my excellent Fuji equipment sitting at home since I received the replacement for my original RX1 with the infamous light leak. Yes, you must “see” in strictly 35mm terms, which is limiting in a way, but freeing in another way. The ability to carry the camera in a pocket and the huge, detailed files for post-processing are wonderful. Focusing is plenty fast enough for all that I do and the high ISO capability give the camera a lot of flexibility.

Odd collection of cast iron balls found in our travels….

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Joy pointing:

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A “selfie” of sorts:

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A Chase retrieve:

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Maybe this door in an abandoned 18th Century barn is the very one that got closed after the cows got out?

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Cooling off from working in the hot weather in a pond that until very recently was frozen solid. Weird.

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Joy pointing in a woodpile with The Chaser honoring the point, as I walk in to flush:

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Another retrieve. “Your bird, Boss!”

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Yet another abandoned old farm reflected in the old wavy glass of the milk house window. I never fail to find these places evocative.

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Another Joy point and Chase retrieve:

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Well, I’ve bored you enough for now. There are about two weeks of our 2015/16 season left and we plan to take advantage of every possible minute we can before we are shut down to wait for five long months until the 2016/17 season rolls around. So, hopefully, more later.

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Thanks for looking!

Greg, Chase and Joy
 
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wow... your photos never get bored. you made photos to be more interested. awesome!
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Sadly this sort of hunting is frowned upon in England and Scotland, but I still practice it. There's nothing like being out in the field with your spaniel. Love your shot of the pheasants. Great detail. Thanks for a brilliant post.
 
Bored us enough. . .???

Heck no. I can't get enough. Your hunting objectives are right out of magazines. But your eye to the dated structures move me even more. Either or, both types are very classic and classy, and peer-inspiring. This week's selfie is the cherry on top.

If you don't mind my saying, that is. ;)

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Bored us enough. . .???

Heck no. I can't get enough. Your hunting objectives are right out of magazines. But your eye to the dated structures move me even more. Either or, both types are very classic and classy, and peer-inspiring. This week's selfie is the cherry on top.

If you don't mind my saying, that is. ;)
 
Decisions, decisions!!! What do I like the best: the dogs, the model 42, the birds, the buildings, the selfie etc etc. Outstanding work by you , the dogs and the gun!

Any chance you have a model 12 you don't know what to do with? :-)
 
Great dogs, great pictures. Thanks :-)
 
Birddogman,

Once again wonderful images and informative prose. Do you eat the birds you shoot or ?, and what kind of birds are they? And what wonderful, intelligent dogs you have.

Regards,

Den
 
wow... your photos never get bored. you made photos to be more interested. awesome!
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Thanks, Buzz. You keep up all this praise, you'll never be able to get rid of me here. :-)
 
Sadly this sort of hunting is frowned upon in England and Scotland, but I still practice it. There's nothing like being out in the field with your spaniel. Love your shot of the pheasants. Great detail. Thanks for a brilliant post.
Thank you.

I believe that what I do is called "rough hunting" in the UK - right?

The whole bird hunting history, and therefore culture, in the UK is more or less the opposite of here, from what I understand. Maybe you can help clarify this for me.

In the UK, it was historically something that the aristocrats did for amusement and bragging rights. It was mostly done in the format of a social event called a "driven shoot" where birds are raised on the aristocrat's lands by his gamekeeper and then a large number of common folk gather in lines to push the birds toward the waiting Guns (basically the aristocrat and his guests). The Guns stand there and shoot the birds as the "beaters" push them into flying over the line of Guns. The Guns would usually have a pair of matched 12 gauge side-by-sides and a "loader" who would hand the Gun a loaded gun and take and reload the empty one, so he could shoot very quickly. There were also "picker's up" with dogs to collect the many dead birds. The size of the bag and one's skill in bringing down "tall" birds were the bragging points. The Guns didn't keep the birds - they were sold or used in the manor house.

The ordinary person could not participate in this, except perhaps by poaching the aristocrat's birds by "rough hunting"), which, of course was illegal and heavily frowned upon.

Here, we didn't have aristocrats, but we had plenty of very wealthy people. Few sullied themselves with hunting. Hunting was the province of the poor rural dweller and done primarily for food and secondarily for sport. In fact, that's how I grew up. When I was a kid on a primitive PA Dutch farm, I was expected to bring home game (food) for every cartridge I expended and got in trouble if I shot at a flying bird (because one might miss and waste the cartridge). If I could blast two birds on the ground with one shot, all the better. Over time, bird hunting became sport for me and I would only shoot flying birds that had been properly handled by the dogs, but it started out as simple food gathering for me.

Apparently, our cultures are getting closer all the time in terms of bird hunting. Apparently, driven shoots are still popular in the UK, but the English lords in the line of Guns are being replaced by wealthy people (often Americans paying substantially for the privilege of attending driven shoots and pretending to be a lord). Here, the common man, with a battered pump gun in his hands hunting for tonight's dinner is being replaced by well-heeled sportsmen with enough money to be pay to pay to travel to hunt or to belong to hunting clubs; and the common guy now has little access to good bird hunting. Rather amazingly to me, I guess I belong to the well-heeled sportsman group these days, despite my poor beginnings.

What I don't understand is the kind of land access and hunting that can be done in the UK these days, by an ordinary person with a good dog. Would you please explain that to me?

Thanks in advance.

Greg
 
Bored us enough. . .???

Heck no. I can't get enough. Your hunting objectives are right out of magazines. But your eye to the dated structures move me even more. Either or, both types are very classic and classy, and peer-inspiring. This week's selfie is the cherry on top.

If you don't mind my saying, that is. ;)
 
Bob, you are saving me a lot of typing today, I love Greg's work also,

B&B. Buildings and Blasting

Greg, love your arrangement of the reflections in the window.
 
Decisions, decisions!!! What do I like the best: the dogs, the model 42, the birds, the buildings, the selfie etc etc. Outstanding work by you , the dogs and the gun!

Any chance you have a model 12 you don't know what to do with? :-)

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Thank you!!

I do happen to have an old Model 12 in 16 gauge. It literally changed my life.

I grew up on primitive, PA Dutch farms, raised by my dirt poor, but wise and loving, PA Dutch grandparents. My grandparents were not educated people. They saw education as the way out of poverty. Like every other farm kid in that time and place, I hated school and just wanted to be out running around in the beautiful fields and mountains - my grades stunk.

I was a gun nut and pretty good shot even as a child. My shotgun was a wretched 1880 hammer gun in 10 gauge that was taller than I was and actually dangerous to shoot. I wanted a real bird gun so bad I could taste it, but had no way to get one.

My grandfather knew just the buttons to push. When I was ready to start 7th grade, he told me that he would buy me any gun I wanted if I got all "A's" in school that year. My grandfather had been partly blinded in WWI and worked as a farmhand and all around fix-it guy on various relative's farms and my grandmother helped out in the labor intensive kitchens of those days in exchange for food and shelter (there was no unemployment comp or welfare in the PA Dutch culture then – relatives with farms took in poor relatives and gave them work), so they had very little money and this was a really big thing for him to say.

I spent that year working hard at school for the first time - and discovering in the process that I had a real talent for academics. I got the “A’s”. I drooled over the high grade guns in the Winchester catalog, but knew my grandfather couldn’t begin to afford something like that, so I opted for a plain field grade Model 12 like the other men had.

Having had the snot kicked out of me by the 10 gauge, I was secretly afraid of a 12 gauge doing the same thing, but I knew 20 gauges were for wimmin and children and I was a (by God!) man at age 12, so no wimpy little 20 gauges for me. I chose a 16 gauge as a compromise with modified choke so I could theoretically shoot both near and far. My grandfather was as good as his word and in 1958, when I was 12, he bought me the Model 12 brand new for $92.

That actually was a very good choice. That gun has hunted 57 seasons so far in my hands and it still carries, shoots and kills every bit as well as the “fine” guns I own these days that cost 100 times as much or more. It has killed a boxcar load of game - everything from big game (with punkin balls) to varmints to birds. When I was in the Army far away, I dreamt of a day when I could throw my worn out M60 into the river and pick up my M12 bird gun again. It kept my family fed with subsistence hunting when I was going to school on the GI Bill. One tends to do what one does well, so eventually, with the help of the GI Bill, I became the world's most over-educated man with two post-doc degrees and the rest is history.

This is that gun:

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Birddogman,

Once again wonderful images and informative prose. Do you eat the birds you shoot or ?, and what kind of birds are they? And what wonderful, intelligent dogs you have.

Regards,

Den
Thank you. We hunt any kid of ground-dwelling upland bird: pheasant (most common) ruffed grouse in the local mountains, quail, chukar, prairie chickens and sharptail grouse (out west), etc.

Yes, I eat them - not one goes to waste ever. They both taste good and are good for you - very little fat, lot of protein. Even though I could afford to do otherwise these days, I harken back to the day of my youth when there wasn't an alternative in that most of what I eat I grow or kill. I heat with wood I cut on my land, drink water from my springhouse, etc, etc. I like that lifestyle in this modern world. Weird, eh?
 
Birddogman,

Once again wonderful images and informative prose. Do you eat the birds you shoot or ?, and what kind of birds are they? And what wonderful, intelligent dogs you have.

Regards,

Den
Thank you. We hunt any kid of ground-dwelling upland bird: pheasant (most common) ruffed grouse in the local mountains, quail, chukar, prairie chickens and sharptail grouse (out west), etc.

Yes, I eat them - not one goes to waste ever. They both taste good and are good for you - very little fat, lot of protein. Even though I could afford to do otherwise these days, I harken back to the day of my youth when there wasn't an alternative in that most of what I eat I grow or kill. I heat with wood I cut on my land, drink water from my springhouse, etc, etc. I like that lifestyle in this modern world. Weird, eh?
Thanks for the response. Hope this doesn't sound too old hippie ecological speak, but how you live sounds fine to me, very small footprint, good for the planet.

Den
 
That is one hell of a story! That model 12 is worth a lot more than those "fancy" guns and I hope you two have many, many more fine years together!

BTW, my first gun was a Stevens 22 410 over and under (used) and we had many wonderful years together. I started shooting at a very early age and I still remember and honor the number one "law" my dad taught me: don't ever point a gun at anything you don't intend to kill!

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Joy pointing for the .410:

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Greg, Chase and Joy
i love this idea of gun and dog together in one photo. but it puzzled me to notice how your left hand would be VERY difficult for you to hold rx1rii and to press the release shutter at same time your right hand was busy to hold gun. is this tricked to be flipped in horizontal on post-processing, right?
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