I was able to sneak out last Friday for a few hours. I'm bummed when I can't stay until the golden hour, but it is what it is - would rather get out a little than not at all.
Worked some public land an hour or so Southwest of the metro, couldn't justify driving much farther than that, unfortunately. Flushed a DC-10 of a rooster out of a line of shrubby trees with a 25 foot buffer between some crazy thick cattails. Crossed left to right, probably an easy shot for the old boys, but I didn't even tickle him and then short-pumped, so there was no second shot to be had. Watched him land around the other side of the cats, so dog and I went around. Dog flushed him again, but this time the flush was a little farther out and he was headed straight toward the a farm. Farm was 400 or 500 yards away, so I didn't shoot. Nice straight flush though, would've been a better shot than the crossing one earlier (would've likely missed it as well anyway!).
Dog and I loaded up to go find more land. Ended up talking to a farmer who graciously gave me permission to work his land, which borders a WMA - pointed me in the right direction. He had corn out, and we worked the edge of habitat between the field and some thick cats. Another rooster, right to left crossing, another miss (are you starting to notice a pattern here?).
Kept working, dog was working close, but not necessarily birdy. Literally, 10 seconds after the dog checked in last, I though to myself "Where did he go?" About that instant, a rooster flushed 75 yards down, and I see the flash of the dogs blaze vest. Nice vertical flush, I just didn't seem him give chase, otherwise I might have been in range for a shot. He and I are fairly new to the sport and learning together, as you might be able to ascertain.
Looped around the knoll where that rooster flushed, and the dog put him up again, this time 35 yards out.... and another miss by me. Dog is now giving me the stink-eye.
On the walk back to the truck, he flushed the biggest hen I've ever seen, I couldn't believe it wasn't a rooster - but it was definitely all brown. We looped from the farmers land onto some public land and worked the edge of some cattails - where within about 400 yards, he brought me two roosters buried in the cattails, both dead - must have been wounded birds that hunters weren't able to find from the day before, or earlier that morning.
Anyway, it was nice to get out for a few hours nonetheless. Saw 3 roosters, multiple shots at all of then, but went home empty handed. Mirrors my last trip out where I was 0-2 as well. Time to go shoot more clays!