Didnt have much time to hunt this morning. Quit at 930. 1/2 mile in was our first bird contact. Young dog pointed on top of a hill. By the time I got close, she relocated to just over the hill and the old dog stepped in to back. Walked up and two roosters jump up at the same time, and rocket out of there at warp speed. It seems that when my mental vision of them is at warp speed, Im kind of screwed and this morning was no less. A complete whiff on my part... Fast forward another 1/4 mile, down in a heavy water way, the olds dogs working close, and the youngsters no where in sight, but I had just seen her a few seconds before, so I know shes in range. About 35 yards out, a group of pheasants (7 roosters and 3 hens) break out of the cover like a quail covey rise, scattering every direction.. I dont know if Breez busted them, or what. I couldve shot at one bird that came back, but didnt. I like things my way, and dont really care of I shoot anything anyway. Within 20 yards, the old dog locks up down in the heavy grass, but.. I can see her. I move in. probably 5 yards in front of her, and she relocates the direction of her nose/face, so I move that way. I hear wing beats against the grass, long before I see red/purple blue (you know the gig) This big mature bird takes off to the west, and my world goes into slow motion, which historically, does not bode well for wily rooster. Top bbl of the Beretta, is on the bird when the gun hits my shoulder, and away goes a 7/8 ounce of steel in slow motion to wrap itself around this beautiful bird and drag it to the ground. Young dog moves in and makes a perfect delivery to hand, and one rooster is in the bag.
8:42 my phone rings. I take a look and it is 519vx just getting out of the motel, heading to his South Dakota spot for today, anxious for the 10am opener that starts today..(says he slept in. lol) We talk for ten or twelve minutes, when I finally tell him its opening day, Im standing in the field with my dogs. He apologizes profusely for calling under those conditions. I reaffirm, its alright, I just don't care, and am enjoying the break
We go off in search of a couple of the jail break birds and about another 1/4 mile, Ellie locks up on top of a hill. I move briskly forward, keeping an eye out for Breez in the distance. By the time I get close to Ellie, Breez comes by just over the hill, upwind from the pointing Ellie, so I know the birds between there and Ellie. I walk up, and a hen jumps up and I'm glad it was a hen, because shes flying warp factor 12 into the wind, so I dont have to embarass myself.. again.
Ran into another solo hunter with a old Shorthair (that looked alot like my Breez)with cancer that was probably on her last hunt... according to him. He hadnt seen anything yet.. We chatted for ten minutes or so out in the middle of the section. I dug the fresh rooster out of my pouch, and let the old dog smell it.. A new dose of life was injected into the dog as long as it had its nose full of bird scent. As I'm typing this, Im thinking that that may have been that last dogs contact with a rooster on this earth and it brings a tear to my eye, right now.. We exchanged first names, and went on our own way.. A man and a dog from 6 hours away, that Id never met before, and a ten minute meeting on hallowed pheasant ground, and Im wiping tears away.. Wow..
That was my first sweep of 1/4 section, and I decided to mix things up a bit, and circle back around the quarter, looking in a different direction for the jailbreakers. Shortly after parting, I heard a couple shot from the direction I was heading. When I topped the hill, there was a group of 4 hunters working the east, so I made a big circle, hit the pond to give the dogs a drink, and headed back to the truck.
Back to the truck at 935 with one bird in the pouch, and enough bird contact to bring me back... after I get my work done this weekend..
Dogs are fed, watered and napping now.. Im envious..