CharBroiled
Active member
This morning, despite a worthless ankle, Socks and I took a buddy out for his first-ever pheasant hunt.
My buddy grew up in Missouri and likes to take to the woods for deer now and then, but was intrigued by the prospect of chasing some of those pimp suit-wearing ditch chickens. I had been watching the weather and saw we had a cool morning with supposed light breeze and garnered permission to hunt a patch I knew the potential for finding birds would be fairly high.
Of course we had NO wind to work with but Socks was still a champ. He locked up a hen after my buddy had stepped into a batch of birds, with hens boiling out from around him. Even though it was a hen, Socks held until we were there. Socks pointed another hen and had two rooster points, one of which flew right over my buddy and the other being flushed just from our sound as we worked towards my pointing domestic terrorist.
My buddy turned to me and said "I get it, now. I completely understand!" He had been enthralled with the whole aspect, the relaxing bit, the anticipation, the anxiety, the frustration, but most importantly, seeing Socks work for us. He nodded in agreement when I told him, "I don't have to kill anything to be happy, I'm just thrilled to watch my pup work."
Socks and I just may have made another lifer.
My buddy grew up in Missouri and likes to take to the woods for deer now and then, but was intrigued by the prospect of chasing some of those pimp suit-wearing ditch chickens. I had been watching the weather and saw we had a cool morning with supposed light breeze and garnered permission to hunt a patch I knew the potential for finding birds would be fairly high.
Of course we had NO wind to work with but Socks was still a champ. He locked up a hen after my buddy had stepped into a batch of birds, with hens boiling out from around him. Even though it was a hen, Socks held until we were there. Socks pointed another hen and had two rooster points, one of which flew right over my buddy and the other being flushed just from our sound as we worked towards my pointing domestic terrorist.
My buddy turned to me and said "I get it, now. I completely understand!" He had been enthralled with the whole aspect, the relaxing bit, the anticipation, the anxiety, the frustration, but most importantly, seeing Socks work for us. He nodded in agreement when I told him, "I don't have to kill anything to be happy, I'm just thrilled to watch my pup work."
Socks and I just may have made another lifer.