Our group over the years from 2005 started with 2 or 3 in the Sterling and Crook, CO, area. By 2016 the dogs started dying out with the plaque and some were gassed. By 2017 our group grew to 7 or 8 (4 tables of pair shooting).
In 2018, through referal from the local Game Warden, we lucked out by hunting on a huge Black Angus ranch in the
Sedgwick Julesburg area. We were welcomed doing "varmint control".
The foreman gave us THREE rules when we started on Day 1.
"Boys, we have a few rules here you need to be aware of: 1: Shut all the gates behind you. 2: It's been real dry here. Don't get off the trails and get into that fuzz grass and set the pasture on fire with your hot muffler. and 3: You shoot one of our Black Angus and that will be $2000 !! " Had a great 3 days.
We only do the 150-300 yard shots. Rem 22-250 seems to work best. No Hail Mary stuff. A waste of ammo. Burn maybe 60 bullets a day. Take 1 dog every three shots; try to get a Big Fat one doing a "Full Monty" at ya; or a Mama on the Mound with 4 pups running around. Or a pair of dudes giving each other "High Fives".
....Well, the sad story: The high dollar owner of the ranch in Denver died. Son inherited and foreman was let go and a new one hired. Son has terminal cancer. New foreman did not respond for 2019. We choose not to bug him. Either he is afraid of strangers shooting up the place or just don't like guns...dunno. So we are moving on. YES, the good old days of "Free Stuff" is over. And ranchers see opportunity in a "cash crop". Don't blame them. I grew up
on a 240 acre farm in SE Nebr; son of a share cropper. Dad gave 1/2 his corn crop and 2/5 of his wheat crop every year to the landlord. But we never went hungry. And I enjoyed all the Pheasants and Cottontails I could handle.
Did a 30 year Navy career out of HS. Besides being a Cyber Warfare Tech, I got all the shooting I needed by qualifying for the Navy National Service Rifle Team in the annual Interservice and National Championships in the summer shooting an M1 Garand at 200, 300, 600 and 1000 yards. (1958-1987).
Still have a couple possibilities but these are desperate times !!! Ha!
Our favorite joke we tell is that to ensure a good crop next year, we have the new guy drop a Viagra in each hole before we leave.