Somewhere along the line I became hardwired to chukars. This is not to say that I start hunting on Opening Day…I rarely do. It’s just that I am acutely aware of the season’s beginning. Of course, I’m also aware of the time when chicks are likely to be born, when they might switch their diet from insects to vegetation, when they might start to fly, when the broods might begin to join up, when water sources might become scarce, when hunting pressure and experience might teach the young birds when to hold, when to fly, how to dive behind rocks, when to go to ground, when heavy snows might send them downhill, when long term snow cover might make the birds weak and far too vulnerable to hunt fairly, when winter breaks and the birds start thinking about finding mates and splitting up. It’s opening day and I’m not there but I’ve got a pretty good feeling what’s going on.