It's been so darned warm that I've had a hard time thinking about bird hunting. Max is getting mad at me, too, as I haven't had him out running as much. But looking at the coming forecast I'll be packing the shotgun and Max's beeper collar when we head north for the weekend.
I'm concerned that the cold, wet spring had an adverse impact on this years' grouse and woodcock reproduction. Only time will tell and we're looking forward to pounding the brush in the morning and snagging a few eyes in the evening. Darn it, but Max has learned my hook set and gets in my way landing fish now. I think he gets more excited than I do when that walleye hits the bottom of the boat.