Took my almost 8 month old pup out solo
today…missed the first grouse that flushed in range…doh! Got a hun shortly thereafter, Merle hunted it down in some tall green grass on a fenceline…she was transfixed in one area…but no bird! Til she stuck her head into a hole and pulled it out! Quite lively, killed 2 grouse over her as well, I have a bona fide hunting dog! She’s doing great. We’re done for the day…beautiful out! Great seeing the sun! We just reflected on the 2 pastures we hunted, we moved around 80-90 grouse…funny that we contacted a sizable covey almost back at the vehicles that we just left an hour ago. I no longer rue the day when they get away…I have much respect and reverence for these birds!!! We were done anyway, but my first covey contact was a shit show, but I’m a bad dog handler…my fault. Good to be alive, able to traipse the prairie, share it with good friends, furry and otherwise! Thinking about my dad who passed 9/3/25 at 95.5….got me into this…not a perfect man, haven’t cried yet, nor will I…but thinking about him. Good stuff….