I felt the first twinges of muscular strain in the back and hips and knees and feet. Tallgrass prairie is thick with big and little bluestem, Indiangrass, and switchgrass, laced with intertwined forbs. It's like wading through shin-deep water. You must be in good shape to hunt prairie chickens in the tallgrass. It also helps to have a compass on a cloudy day because the rolling hills look the same in all directions.
Landmarks are a few windmills and a few trees.
Key on the windmills for your dog. Each has a stock tank brimming with fresh-pumped well water. Chubby pointed in a plum thicket and a covey of quail erupted. I mock-shot a double. Reckon I'll slap him down a notch.