Yea, there's no shortage of rough terrain in Nv. I took a few spills myself. I'm still pulling cactus thorns and nursing an ankle.
Speaking of tarantulas. Many years back, I was walking a path up at Christmas Tree pass after them illusive quail and there, 3 feet in front of me sat one about 5" in diameter. Reared back and ready to take me down. It didn't give up an inch on the path. I sat and watched it for several minutes. They certainly have a lot more guts than brawn.
So, welcome to the forum diana.
I spent many a year hunting Nv. My family goes way back in Las Vegas. My grandfather, on my mothers side, took a job on The Dam. My mother went to school there, when the only high school was Vegas High. At that time there were only four paved roads in the whole town. Quite a bit different now, I'd say.
I went to Clark High the first year it was open.
It is no doubt a desolate looking state but, if a person spends enough time out. It's amazing how much wild life (excluding the casinos) there is. I always took game home. Never came up skunked.
At one time the Red Rock canyon area was a good place to get away. Charleston Ave used to go clear out to the canyon and continued as dirt road into the mountain. If you get far enough in. Hiking access only. There are a couple of springs that bubble out and form a nice size pond. I've seen Deer, Coyote, Elk, Quail, Rattlesnake and Bull frog around the spring. Of course this was many years ago.
The road down to Nelson's Landing was also great for Quail. Just don't get too close to the community down by the river. They didn't like strangers.
Yea , those Chukar. Boy oh boy. I'd find me a nice covey and head in there direction. Before I could get to shooting range they'd be running up the ridge. When I'd get to the top. They'd be to wing gliding down the other side. ,) But, I always took a few home.
Same with those quail. Smart critters they are but, I got wise to them.
I'd be walking an area that I knew had some and spot, oh, maybe 10 or 15. When you get close enough they'd go to wing and you could drop a couple. As soon as your attention was diverted. 50 to 100 of them would take off in the opposite direction. At least you knew where they were and taking home a full bag was just a matter of searching them out.