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Creating a New Tradition
Youth programs strive to ensure the future of hunting.
STORY BY P.J. PEREA The two 12-year-old girls talked excitedly as they waited for their dads, Bob Bitters and Dave Fulton of Millstadt, to unload their gear so they could head into the fields. On the surface, it appeared to be a pretty typical outing for the group and a dog named Savvy. But, today, Cindy Bitters and Morgan Parkhurst had game on their minds, specifically the brilliantly colored winged kind—the ring-necked pheasant. They were taking part in the Department of Natural Resources' youth pheasant hunt at Eldon Hazlet State Park. "Find the bird, Savvy!" Morgan urged as her dog sniffed, searching for the trail of a pheasant hiding in the golden-colored grass. Unable to elude the dog, the bird took off in a noisy explosion of cackling and fast, hollow-sounding wing-beats. Both girls were caught out of position as the bird glided into a sunflower field and ran to the safety of another patch of grass. "We'll find another one," Fulton assured his daughter. He was right because both youngsters took aim at several more pheasants, but no shots hit their mark. Unfazed by their lack of success, the girls prodded Savvy to find more birds. As luck would have it, a wayward pointer, separated from another youth hunting party, joined the group. He instantly zeroed in on a pheasant hiding under a brush pile. Morgan set up on the bird and gave the okay for the mystery dog to flush the hidden pheasant. The bird flapped out of the pile, and Morgan took her best shot. A puff of feathers indicated that she winged the bird, and Savvy was quick to chase after the quarry. "I think I see it up in the tree!" Morgan yelled as Savvy barked excitedly. A few misses followed for both Cindy and Morgan, probably due in part to their excitement at the thought of getting their first bird. With encouragement from her dad, Morgan remembered her wing-shooting instructions and successfully harvested her first pheasant. DNR's John Bunnell, the park's site interpreter and an organizer of the event, joined the group and immediately recognized the mystery dog. After returning the wayward pooch to a friend, he offered
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the services of his own dog, Molly, to help Savvy find a bird for Cindy. "Molly, find a bird!" Bunnell shouted as his energized dog zipped back and forth. Molly quickly cornered a bird and went on point. "Get ready, Cindy," Bunnell said as he moved forward to flush the bird.
The familiar flutter of an escaping pheasant erupted from the grass as Cindy lined up her sights and squeezed the trigger. Molly immediately took off after the shot, and tracked down Cindy's downed bird, a hen pheasant. A half mile away, Jeff Cavitt and his son, Greg, walked a cornfield edge with their dog, Gretchen. The elder Cavitt explained that this was his son's second season of pheasant hunting. Unable to harvest a bird in the prior year, Greg spent much of the summer practicing on clay targets in preparation for this year's hunt. He seemed a little discouraged after hiking much of the morning and seeing few birds. That mood was short-lived when his preseason practice paid off handsomely. A hen pheasant crossed his path and was easily dispatched, followed by a rooster an hour later. Both father and son were quite happy as they turned Greg's birds into the check station for tagging. And, a dejected young hunter, lacking Greg's luck, left the station with a big smile on his face after the Cavitts donated one of their birds to him. "We really want every kid to go away with a positive experience," Bunnell said. It seems to be working as Cindy, Morgan and Greg are all hunting this fall, continuing a new tradition that started when their parents took them out for a walk in the field with their dogs.
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