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.