The prairie chicken is an iconic symbol of the Great
Plains’ prairies. To me, it’s the
paddlefish of the upland bird world as it represents something historical,
unique and marvelous. It’s the only game
bird with feathered feet and a prized trophy among upland bird
hunters.
Kansas has two species of prairie chickens. The lesser prairie chicken is found in the
shortgrass prairie of southwest Kansas and the greater prairie chicken is found
in the tallgrass prairie of the central part of the state. Their range is somewhat specific and good
prairie chicken populations often remain year after year in the same pastures
and fields. Overall numbers have
declined in recent years, due in large part to changes in land use with
intensive grazing practices and increased burning frequency.
I grew up chasing prairie chickens in northeast
Kansas. I had permission from a few
dairy farmers with corn fields bordering big, open pastures. A buddy or two and I would position ourselves at likely ambush
spots around the fields and shoot at flocks of chickens coming to the field or
leaving after feeding. The rest of the
day would be spent chasing pheasants and quail and limits of all three were had
on occasion. Those hunts are still
vividly etched in my memory and some of the best ones ever.
I haven’t prairie chicken hunted much in the last couple
decades. But a recent opportunity a few
weeks ago had me anxious to head afield.
The Outdoor Writers of Kansas had a fall meeting near Tipton and Keith
Houghton arranged a chicken hunt for nearly a dozen-and-a-half members one
evening. Keith and his wife, Deb, own
Ringneck Ranch, a first-class controlled shooting area that caters to hunters
from all corners of the map. Keith had
been watching a huge, harvested cornfield bordering big pastures and he
“guaranteed” we’d see a prairie chicken.
A fellow coworker, Nadia Marji, and I took up our vigil
on opposite sides of a big round bale.
Nadia was on her first prairie chicken hunt and anxious to see her first
prairie chicken. We weren’t disappointed. Keith had strategically placed us all along a
fence row late in the afternoon with less than 2 hours of daylight
remaining. The night was brisk, with
little wind and my field-side seat provided a
beautiful setting to enjoy a Kansas sunset.
It wasn’t long and we saw the first flock of greater prairie chickens
fly from one end of the field to the other.
Their constant chatter kept us entertained and on alert as at any time
they could get up to leave and we wanted to be ready.
Keith’s plan worked like a charm. About 30 minutes prior to the end of legal
shooting time Keith and several others would walk towards the middle of the
field and push the chickens up and out.
Several huge flocks made their escape towards waiting guns. Prairie chickens are deceptively fast, with
slow wing beats and often prove tough targets.
One flock that passed just outside my seated position
had a straggler that was on the edge of what I perceived as
my effective shotgun range. I decided to
try it and folded it cleanly, somewhat to my surprise, with one shot. Nadia was nearly more excited than I was to
get to see one of these unique birds up close and personal.
We had time for a few photos before another group of
chickens headed our way. Unfortunately,
Nadia’s gun jammed after one shot but I was able to fold another chicken and
rounded out a two-bird limit. Several
other hunters had the same fortunes and we ended up shooting nine prairie
chickens among the group. All told, we
probably saw at least 150 chickens.
There are few states that offer “the big three” when it comes to upland game birds and the Sunflower State has bragging rights in that regard. We’ve got one of the best prairie chicken populations in the Midwest. My two prairie chickens were the icing on the cake capping a beautiful evening. They were also a pleasant reminder about the good ol’ days growing up in Kansas and the opportunity to hunt a unique inhabitant of the Great Plains.
