My Grandfather, who was raised in the Nebraska Sandhills, told me "If You wanted to get some "chickens," you just picked up your shotgun and walked the hills."
As a lad in the 1950's..I worked there in the summer, and he would say to Grandma: "Mom, the chickens are ready." What he meant was the young Prairie Chickens were big enough to eat. She would say "Bring me five." So...he would take me as the fetcher, and shoot them with a .22. Then clean them, and we would have "Chicken" for dinner next day. It seemed they were much "tamer" in the '50's. But that is probably an old man talking.
Sam Ogle, Lincoln, NE (Used to live in the Sandhills.)
