A Carolina Christmas…in the Southern uplands

By Edgar Castillo

Winter is here, and leather boots are on the go
Wingshooters in orange walking through evergreen groves
Red Partridgeberries danglin’ everywhere
Timberdoodles flushin’ in pairs
It must be that time of year that brings warm cheer


Carolina Ruffs sittin’ high upon a lone tree
Hunters searchin’ for island pheasants aimlessly
Core Bank imported birds frustrate
As they fly across quickly on their way
Missed shots causing grown men to weep


Setter bells are ringin’ up ahead
Rigid statues pointing with their nose from still heads
Dog starts to creep, birds decide to vamoose
Shotguns shooting and feathers goin’ poof
Grouse tails peakin’ out. So boujee       
It’s a Carolina Christmas
Southern uplands as sweet as can be


Head to the Blue Ridge Mountains for a journey
A thunder of grouse may be found on either side of a gully
Drinkin’ seasonal Wassail then going after Dixieland quail
Leafers walking dirt roads beneath bare trees


Bird dogs workin’ favorite December haunts
Escaping holiday parties to chase the grouse I want
In my hands, lies a twenty with two barrels

With a grey phase bird in hand I’ll be singing my own carols
It’s a Carolina Christmas
Southern uplands as sweet as can be



Edgar Castillo is a recently retired law enforcement officer for a large Kansas City metropolitan agency. He also served in the United States Marine Corps for twelve years. Edgar’s passion lies in the uplands as he self-documents his travels across public lands throughout Kansas hunting open fields, walking treelines, & bustin’ through plum thickets in search of wild birds. He’s a contributing writer for several publications and e-magazines/websites. Follow the author’s adventures on Instagram @hunt_birdz