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?”