Took it a bit easy today as I am on the IR from taking a dive in the big swamp my dear friend Mark lead me into. Ironically, He made his way out pretty quickly. Me, not so much.
Anyway, went to a new spot today that another friend, Roger, told me about. Good cover. Today I walked a couple of miles on the two-track, let the dogs quarter on either side. They got birdy a few times but no flushes and no hard points.
Still, a glorious day in the woods.
Road trip today to see my friend Mark, have breakfast with his church’s Men’s Fellowship group. Then hunted ALL DAY. Moved many birds, mostly woodcock.
The evening he had a meeting, so I set up my ground blind on a corner of a field where the deer ALWAYS come out. No deer, but I did have coyote(s) right behind the blind and one howling only about 60 yards away. Hmmm. Wonder why the deer didn’t come play tonight?
Got into one of my favorite spots this morning. It is a fairly small covert. That’s ok because Dad has a fish fry (Canada walleyes) and I want to help get set up.
In about an hour and twenty minute hunt yielded 5 flushes, one was a grouse. Two hard points..one “timberdoodle” in the bag.
Got back to the lake and Dad yelled back into the house: “hey Kathy, change in plans, we’re having woodcock!” I asked, “how many people are coming?”
Drove out to my favorite covert today in the Ausable State Forest. Egads! Some guy beat me too it! I rolled down the window: “coming or going,” I asked? “Just got here.”
We had a nice chat about grouse, woodcock, his handsome English Setters (for English Setters anyway), American Brittanys, hard points, and bumping birds. I told him, “I’ll leave you to this spot.”
For the most part, I know of no greater fraternity than this one. Two guys, four bird dogs.
My dogs and I hunted two more coverts but moved no birds.
That’s ok. There’s tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that.
Today we arrived. As I hear it from my dad’s friend Roger (English setter guy), grouse are at a premium. Maybe, as per reports, we hit the woodcock migration on time. Will keep you posted. Dogs are resting up for tomorrow. Arrived at 6 pm. All they did tonight was chase geese off the ‘island.’
Well the day has come. I got an email today from a ‘pre-approved’ couple, saying they want to adopt Skye. They came to visit her last week. She was nervous and stand offish. Fortunately they have adopted before, and they believe me when I said that she has come really far and will likely continue to improve.
The best part is that I am quite sure that in this forever home she will be the ‘queen’ she wants to be. I am quite sure they will be good for her and to her.
After all the time we have spent in an effort to s
ocialize her, and work through her anxiety, there is a bit (but only a bit) of sadness as she leaves for a forever home. My two brittanys have done their best to teach her how to be a pet, a brittany, and not just a breeding machine. She is ready to go. I am pretty sure she is ready.
If upland hunting over bird dogs interferes with your work, quit work. Dogs don’t point nor birds flush in the cemetery. – American Brittany Guy (apologies to Sparse Gray Hackle)