Every day--weather permitting from late December thru March. Methods I use are spot and stalk on bright sunny days w/little wind and calling usually early and late. I employ a 220 Swift/Shilen for spot and stalk, .17 Predator/Shilen for calling. 50 V-max in the Swift over 4064. 30 Nagels over vvn540 in the Predator. Total since December, 22 with one 40# male last week. I use 15x70 Astronomer binocs for spotting along with a 15-45 spotting scope.
been out about a dozen time this winter, the dogs are getting smart. still managed to get 1 last time out. It was already on the move at 280yds as I came over a ridge, to set up, stopped her with a couple of barks. 40 gr bergers in the 204ruger do the job.
Purists wouldn't call what I do hunting them. I ride around the local farms where I have permission to shoot and look for them in the fields while the farmers are planting rice. Usually do it for a couple hours after work every day in the late spring. Obviously I pay attention to where all tractors, houses and people are and am VERY judicious with my shots taken. The activity in the fields keeps them stirred up pretty well that time of year. I like hunting the fields around here, the size of the fields makes it easy to judge distance. average square or rectangular fields are 40 -80 acres and therefore it is 440 yards directly to the other side, big fields are 120-160 therfore its usually a half mile across them. I keep a calculator in my center console and do a little quick geometry and can get fairly close when shooting at an angle across the fields. Limit my shots depending on what i am shooting. Best shot on one was 135 yards with a .22 pistol, and longest with a rifle was under 300 yards. They just always seem to be pretty close when I get a shot. I did witness a half mile or better shot once as a child by my dad with a .338 win mag he had in the truck on a september afternoon a few weeks before he was to go on an elk hunt. Crazy thing about that was he was shooting off the interstate! I thought we were both going to jail, but noone even paid attention to him. My how times have changed. These days we may wind up in gitmo.