Monday, October 14th starts a 10-day excursion to the
Heartland of our Neighbour to the North.
For the past several years, I have gone duck and goose hunting with some
fisheries types in Saskatchewan. My plan
is to drive across Washington State and cross into Canada on Highway 95, then
east across the Rockies to the Prairies.
I didn’t get out of Olympia until 1 p.m., totally blowing
past my hoped-for 10 a.m. departure. It
was a beautiful autumn day as I drove over Snoqualmie Pass and into central
Washington.
I made a short stop at the
Ginkgo Petrified Forest Interpretive Center at Vantage. This site overlooks the pool of the Columbia
River, Wanapum Lake, the reservoir formed by building the Wanapum Dam in
1963.
I walked around the visitors'
center and scoped the reservoir, then walked through the picnic area. Sunny,
light east breeze at 3-5 knots, 60° F.
Of course, I carried my binoculars and was surprised by a pair of yellow
eyes staring at me from one of the large elm trees.
When a snoozing owl is disturbed during the day, it will
often do its best to pretend it is part of the tree it’s roosting in. This is called the erect posture. Owls exhibiting this posture stretch
themselves as tall as they can with their ear tufts standing straight up.
I made it as far as the Bronco Inn in Ritzville, so
stopped to get a room for the evening, and headed out again in the morning east
on the Interstate into Idaho and north on Highway 95 at Coeur d’Alene. As I crossed into Canada at the Kingsgate
border station, there was a flock of Wild Turkeys feeding around the
buildings. I presume that these turkeys
don’t need their passports to go back and forth between the countries. As it was, the Canadians didn’t even want to
look at my shotguns! Likely, the lack of
their inspection was that I had all of my paperwork in order, as well as my $25
Canadian ‘import’ fee in cash.
I caught Highway 3 at Cranbrook, and drove east as far as
Fort Macleod, where I took a room for the night at the Sunset Motel. The less-expensive Canadian motels here are
‘way higher quality than similar places south of 49° North. In a lot of ways, the Canadians just do
things a lot better than we do . . .
Arriving on the Canadian prairies from the Rockies is
always amazing to me. The land stretches
to the horizon, and one’s impression of one’s station in the Universe changes
from that of when one is hemmed by mountains and forests.
Not that we have no impact on that land. The farmers are busy now, harvesting the
bounty of what I presume is mostly the hard red spring wheat, which accounts
for about 60% of the Provincial crop.
But, I’ve never really asked one of the local farmers to show me the
differences among the many varieties.
I love the name of this town . . . proudly displayed on the grain elevator |
On Monday, I continued east, ending up at Kindersley,
Saskatchewan, where I met up with Owen Bird and Elmer Fast.
A former supervisor of mine at WDFW, Dick
Geist, hunted with them until his health precluded him from doing so. Dick invited me to join the group then, but
this year, it was just the three of us. We ate pretty well, and slept well in Kindersley, and hunted on Thursday and Friday the 17th and 18th.
We look for
these tree rows among the grain fields, and ask permission of the landowner to
hunt upland birds. Caragana arborescens, is a smallish tree
that was commonly planted as a windbreak between wheat and pea fields in the
Province.
These windrows provide good
cover, adjacent to the spilled grain from harvests, and are places where we hunted
“Huns” (Gray partridge) and Sharp-tailed Grouse.
Elmer is a pretty darned good wing shot |
The Grey Partridge were “Year Birds” for me, as I hadn’t
seen them on my Okanogan winter trip last January. For my Peregrination Year, it was good to see
them. As far as hunting them, it was
pretty obvious that unless my wing-shooting skills improve, the species is not
in any danger of depletion.
Owen, on the other hand, is a crack shot! |
After two days of ‘partridge’ hunting out of Kindersley,
we drove on to the Lucky Lake Hunting Adventures. This is run by Garett Tully, assisted by his
guides and excellent cooks.
Kitchen and Dining Room at Lucky Lake Hunting Adventures |
Besides the deer and duck hunting 'trophies' on the wall, Garett has several mounts of hawks and owls that he has found road-killed. These are, of course, under permit, and well done additions to the decor.
Garett hunts coyotes in the winter, and uses road kill and animal carcasses to attract the song-dogs to his 'line'.
You never know what you'll see at a farmstead on the prairie . . . |
The cook insists that the menu item here was "tongue-in-cheek", but it was pretty good stew . . .
The set-up
here is that the guides work in pairs; one scouts for the next day’s hunt and
arranges permission from the landowner, while the other guides a hunt. Then, they switch off.
A glorious sunrise over the prairie; what better way to start a day? |
We clients get one morning hunt, are driven
back to the base for a filling lunch, then go out in the afternoon for the
evening hunt.
Nearby Luck Lake has been a really good holding area for
waterfowl, especially in dry years when the Ducks Unlimited project retains
water. This year, we had news that DU
would no longer maintain the marsh:
“After years of speculation and rumour, Ducks Unlimited
has made a decision about the future of the Luck Lake marsh. As a landowner on
the edge of the lake, we received a letter informing us of their decision to
"decommission the engineered works and naturalize the basin." They go
on to say that "By discontinuing the importation of water...there will be
periods when water levels on Luck Lake are very low or even dry as they were
historically before the project was constructed."
Their reason for
the decision is the estimated cost of more than 2.5 million dollars to rebuild
the existing infrastructure and the annual cost of $100,000 for water
importation. This is not a surprise, but
a big disappointment to those who appreciate the hundreds of thousands of
migratory birds that are able to use Luck Lake as either a feeding and rest
stop or a breeding area.
Tourism Saskatchewan photo of the Luck Lake Marsh |
We set up our decoy spread in harvested wheat or pea fields |
It was a really fun hunt, and it is always great to spend
time with good friends. The memory of a sky full of waterfowl as the sun rises is among my earliest recollections, as my father took me to the duck blind at an early age. It was certainly a big part of starting my life as a biologist and a birder.
I tell my non-hunting friends that it's not about killing game (although I do love roast goose, and duck summer sausage), although I do take pride in knowing where my food comes from. If I can "make meat", prepare it well, and respect the life I've taken, I am at peace with myself.
I just had to have a 'blood-and-feathers' photo (This was the bag for the three of us that morning) |
We hunted with the outfitter for three days. If the Coronavirus restrictions are lifted in time for October 2020, I will cross the border again, and enjoy my time with good people in a great place.
I also just had to have a shot of me in my Utilikilt . . . |
I got to sleep in a bit on Tuesday the 22nd, and packed for my return. On the way home,
I stopped at the Saskatchewan Landing Provincial Park for a bit of birding.
The location is a former Métis river crossing and part of
the historic Swift Current-Battleford Trail.
I enjoy stopping there to hike the "Prairie Vista",
"Ridges and Ravines", and "Rings, Ruts & Remnants"
interpretive hiking trails.
For birds, the Harris' Sparrows are common, and the Song
Sparrows have a much different, lighter-brown, plumage than the ones I'm used
to back on the West Coast.
Harris' Sparrow Zonotrichia querula |
Song Sparrow - Melospiza melodia melodia |
American Tree Sparrow. Shouldn't this one be a Canadian Tree Sparrow? |
I was able to see several moose in the ravines.
I came back through Alberta, stopping at Lundbreck Falls, which was just off the highway.
I was surprised by what seemed to me to be an out-of-place American Three-Toed Woodpecker fly by. I expect to see this species in the heavier conifer forest, rather than in the riparian area along a stream, but there was spruce forest not far away.
I couldn't get a photo of it, but enjoyed walking through the campground, and along the Crowsnest River.
Someone had a fun time stacking rocks on the riverbank |
There's a warning sign in the campground that it is frequented by bear and cougar, although there's naught to worry about in the middle of the day.
This stretch of the Crowsnest River is apparently a spawning ground for rainbow and brown trout. Neither species is native to these waters, but both are prized game fish.
On a neighbouring property, I was delighted to find a late 1940s-era International KB-2 pickup rusting away. I learned to drive on an old "Cornbinder".
I left Canada at the Laurier-Cascade border crossing and made
it as far south as Ritzville, Washington that night, then had an easy drive the
next day, sightseeing my way south and then over White Pass and home.
Home: The Land of the White Volcanoes! |