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Ya can't call it hunting unless your talking about finding a place to go.
We lucked out a few years ago when we met a guy that was an avid horseman and drove out to North Dakota with his wife and horses every year to ride on some guys ranch. He told us the place was crawling with Prairie Dogs and we should go out and shoot. We called the rancher and he said we could camp on his land and he knew of lots of places to shoot Pdogs. My long time buddy from Arizona, Red Martin, and I loaded up our gear and took a camp trailer out for our first trip together in many years. I met Red back around 1960. He was a young Marine and I was a young Sailor. We were both dating girls from the local Bank of America. He was a small arms instructor at Camp Pendelton at the time and I was a gun nut even back then, so we had a lot in common. We ended up marrying those gals and have been life long friends ever since. Red and his wife have been out here a few times to visit since he has relatives in the area and we always talk about going on a pdog shoot.
June of 2006 rolls around and we arrive at our super secret camp. The dog town was down in a valley about 30 yards wide and 40 yards long. Might have been 50 prairie dogs in the whole place. We went to the Rance house and talked to the Rancher who told us he knew of another rancher that had plenty of dog on his place. We drove over and found basically the same thing. That rancher sent us to a third ranch and on the way, we drove down a dirt road and found a dog town on public land that had about 120 acres of prairie dogs. Now we're talking.
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Red had brought two Coyote Jake shooting benches and we set them up at one edge of the dog town. He had a 6.5-284 and wanted some long range shooting. We spent two weeks in the same spot shooting dogs and never ran out of targets. When we returned to my place Red was n't feeling well, ended up in the emergency room and died a month later of Cancer.
In 2008 my neighbor across the road got tired of listening to me talk about Red and our last trip, so to shut me up, he agreed to go out and see what this Pdog shooting was all about.
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Mike, his cousin and I took Mike's RV out in June of 08. We shot for four days and Mike was addicted. He made lot of 6-700 yard hits and in 09 we returned and he made a 925 yard shot so now he is REALLY addicted.
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We camp on the edge of the dog town and shoot from morning to dark.
We lucked out a few years ago when we met a guy that was an avid horseman and drove out to North Dakota with his wife and horses every year to ride on some guys ranch. He told us the place was crawling with Prairie Dogs and we should go out and shoot. We called the rancher and he said we could camp on his land and he knew of lots of places to shoot Pdogs. My long time buddy from Arizona, Red Martin, and I loaded up our gear and took a camp trailer out for our first trip together in many years. I met Red back around 1960. He was a young Marine and I was a young Sailor. We were both dating girls from the local Bank of America. He was a small arms instructor at Camp Pendelton at the time and I was a gun nut even back then, so we had a lot in common. We ended up marrying those gals and have been life long friends ever since. Red and his wife have been out here a few times to visit since he has relatives in the area and we always talk about going on a pdog shoot.
June of 2006 rolls around and we arrive at our super secret camp. The dog town was down in a valley about 30 yards wide and 40 yards long. Might have been 50 prairie dogs in the whole place. We went to the Rance house and talked to the Rancher who told us he knew of another rancher that had plenty of dog on his place. We drove over and found basically the same thing. That rancher sent us to a third ranch and on the way, we drove down a dirt road and found a dog town on public land that had about 120 acres of prairie dogs. Now we're talking.
Red had brought two Coyote Jake shooting benches and we set them up at one edge of the dog town. He had a 6.5-284 and wanted some long range shooting. We spent two weeks in the same spot shooting dogs and never ran out of targets. When we returned to my place Red was n't feeling well, ended up in the emergency room and died a month later of Cancer.
In 2008 my neighbor across the road got tired of listening to me talk about Red and our last trip, so to shut me up, he agreed to go out and see what this Pdog shooting was all about.
Mike, his cousin and I took Mike's RV out in June of 08. We shot for four days and Mike was addicted. He made lot of 6-700 yard hits and in 09 we returned and he made a 925 yard shot so now he is REALLY addicted.
We camp on the edge of the dog town and shoot from morning to dark.
