There are still places where it’s possible to take 3 or more species in a single walk.

Its taken me a while to figure out that I’d rather have a chance at a multiple species hunt than filling bag limits each day on a single species. Many times I have had the opportunity to take the third species but I have flat out missed, didn’t buy the required license (fall turkey), or didn’t have the required nontoxic shot (snipe) to take the third species in a single walk.
In the north woods, I have taken sharptailed grouse, ruffed grouse, and snipe in a single walk. Out on the prairies, i have taken pheasant, sharptails, and a hun in a single walk.
Some close calls that I will always remember. Once in Kansas, I had a few bobwhites and a rooster in the bag. The WIHA I was walking looked like prairie chicken habitat. I criss crossed the grass praying for a chicken only to find hen pheasant after hen pheasant. Then once back at the rig, gun unloaded and cased, dogs kenneled. As I looked out the windshield as I climbed in the truck a flock of 20 or so chickens flew directly over and landed on private just to rub a bit more salt in the wound. Last season I had an amazing walk, I had 2 roosters and 3 sharptails in the bag when I got back to the truck. But what has made my wife think Im crazy the last few months by my spontaneous shaking of the head an a few chuckles. Is that on that same walk the dogs and I moved 2 coveys of Huns. The first covey my wirehair had locked down but as I just crossed into gun range she decided to take one step and busted the covey. I marked were they flew to and headed that direction. On the way, another covey flushed out of range but close enough to where I marked the original covey land that I thought I just had missed marked the original covey. I walked to my mark anyway, there was no good way to approach with out being detected and from my mark the original covey flushed out of range.
There's always one species that buggers things up, or maybe we're content with having two and too relaxed about taking the third. I never seem to regret a miss on the third species until back at the truck and realizing how rare thay opportunity was.