Honey holes are typically reserved to fishing spots that are known for their abundance to produce AND must be, to some magnitude, under the radar. Of course in the hunting realm, there are hot spots and money spots that will, year after year, produce dominant gobblers and mature bucks. But, for whatever reason, I just don't call those honey holes.
Pheasant hunting in Pennsylvania is what it is. The birds are not wild and its clearly not South Dakota. But, my dog doesn't know and I like to hunt with my dog. Plus the commute is a little closer than Aberdeen, SD. The problem with PA pheasant hunting though is that there are typically droves of hunters around where the birds are stocked. I loathe crowds, especially ones with guns, so I usually hike far away sacrificing # of birds for less # of hunters.
I followed my same logic this season and hiked away from the orange army, but randomly came upon a semi-remote area that had tons of ringnecks. I'm not sure how so many bird ended up here, but I never saw another hunter all season long. On a couple hunts, I was intentionally passing on flushed birds, because I wanted to run the dog a bit longer before limiting out. A sort of catch and release hunt.
Each season is different, but for now, I officially have found a nice little honey hole.