After three different properties and several miles, we found 'em.
My lab and I were working our way through the sage along the edge of an aspen island; lots of grasshoppers, oak brush, and forbs - just where my research told me I should be. But the going was tough and we hadn't found anything, so I wanted to head uphill to the next aspen stand. My lab decided to go left instead . . . I didn't follow. Figuring she?d catch up, I looked back to see her locked up on point.
Now, running through the sage with a backpack full of water and a shotgun in hand is not the most graceful act, to say the least, but I started hustling in her direction as best I could.
At the edge of my improved cylinder range I watched one dusky after another get up. As luck would have it, one flared my way and I connected with my new 20. Not the best shot, not the deadest of birds, but despite my lack of faith in her, my lab pinned the grouse down in time for me to catch up and finish what she started.
Grouse for dinner. The rest of the season for dessert.
My lab and I were working our way through the sage along the edge of an aspen island; lots of grasshoppers, oak brush, and forbs - just where my research told me I should be. But the going was tough and we hadn't found anything, so I wanted to head uphill to the next aspen stand. My lab decided to go left instead . . . I didn't follow. Figuring she?d catch up, I looked back to see her locked up on point.
Now, running through the sage with a backpack full of water and a shotgun in hand is not the most graceful act, to say the least, but I started hustling in her direction as best I could.
At the edge of my improved cylinder range I watched one dusky after another get up. As luck would have it, one flared my way and I connected with my new 20. Not the best shot, not the deadest of birds, but despite my lack of faith in her, my lab pinned the grouse down in time for me to catch up and finish what she started.
Grouse for dinner. The rest of the season for dessert.

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