
The Hill Behind the Grain Bins: A Surprise Covey in the Last Hour
The truck was warming up. The dog was worn out. But a gut feeling pulled me uphill—and into the best covey rise of the season. Hunting isn’t always about covering ground—it’s about knowing when to keep going.
🌅 Calling It… Almost
It was 4:32 p.m. on the final day of a three-day trip chasing quail and partridge in western Kansas. We’d logged over 20 miles. Missed birds. Hit a few. Mostly scratched out a story of effort more than success.
The wind had picked up. My dog, Ranger, was dragging. And my legs felt like rebar.
We were parked behind a grain co-op on a section line easement, legal to hunt but not easy to love. Just a hill, some milo stubble, and a tangle of dry plum thickets.
I almost loaded the kennel.
But something about the slope behind the bins caught my eye. No real sign. No birds on the way in. Just a gut pull.
🐦 The Rise That Reset the Season
Ranger hit the slope with a second wind I didn’t know he had. Ten minutes later, he locked.
I circled. Waited. Nothing moved.
Then—whomp.
Twelve birds burst from the backside of the hill like dandelion seeds in a gust. Low, fast, right into the sun.
I dropped one with my second shot. Flushed another single five minutes later. Clean miss. No shame.
We walked out with one bird, one memory, and a renewed belief in hunches.
🎙️ “Some of the best birds don’t come with sign. They come with instinct.”
🧠 What That Hill Taught Me
✔️ Never underestimate the cover behind manmade edges
That hillside didn’t look like much—but the grain bins likely held thermal value.
✔️ Always trust your gut, especially at the end
Fatigue breeds shortcuts. But instinct still speaks—listen.
✔️ One bird can beat a brace
That single quail made the whole trip feel like a win.
✔️ Dogs find their second wind when yours gives out
Ranger gave me one last cast when I almost didn’t give him the chance.
✔️ Every step might be the one before the flush
Don’t quit 10 steps before magic.
🧰 Gear That Closed the Trip Right
Item | Why It Mattered |
---|---|
Franchi Instinct SL 20-Gauge | Featherlight, quick to shoulder |
Federal Upland Load #7.5 | Ideal for close-range covey work |
Pyke Wingman Vest | Rode easy and had just enough room for the last bird |
Dokken Quail Dummy (used earlier that morning) | Tuned Ranger’s nose in similar cover |
Gaiter Neck Wrap | Blocked wind when the sun dropped behind the ridge |
🌟 Final Shot: Believe the Hill
We ended the trip with one more mile, one more bird, and a story I wouldn’t have had if I’d listened to my legs instead of my instinct.
🎙️ “Hunting isn’t always about covering ground—it’s about knowing when to keep going.”
📍Filed under: Upland Birds
🕯️ Difficulty Level: Tired, Windy, Worth It
🐦 Result: 1 Quail, 1 Gut Call
🌾 Location: Hill Behind Co-op, Western Kansas Edge Line
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