Well, Ruby and I put in three hard hours of pheasant hunting yesterday after work. The area has been hunted fairly regularly since the opener, but it was quiet yesterday. Conditions were perfect for scent and I was hopeful...
The best way that I can sum up the day is that it was a like a three-hour series of interrupted handjobs without a happy ending. Time and time again, Ruby got on scent, casting faster and faster, tail spinning harder and harder, snuffling madly. Each time I got into position, thumb on safety, heart pounding, eyes and ears searching for the sign of a bird surely to explode from the cover any second! Here it comes! Any second now!!! Then after the third pass the tail spinning slows and the puzzled dog comes out of the cover, blowing milkweed fluff out of her nose and looking slightly apologetic. Each time I had to bring down my heartrate in puzzled dissapointment, take one last kick at the grass, congratulate the dog on her efforts, then head for the next cover. All afternoon this happened again and again, each time building the excitment and anticipation to a PEAK, only to peter out before a big load of #4 can be sent rattling down my barrel...
On the way back to the car at dusk, a huge lone rooster flushed wild 50 yards away and flew over the car, tried to crap on the hood on the way by, and disappeared into the dark woods on the far side of the road. His broad white neck-ring stood out like a beacon in the semi-darkness, and I coudln't help thinking that it was him all day, laying down red-hot scent then scurrying off to our next cover to do it again. Outfoxed...
-Croc
The best way that I can sum up the day is that it was a like a three-hour series of interrupted handjobs without a happy ending. Time and time again, Ruby got on scent, casting faster and faster, tail spinning harder and harder, snuffling madly. Each time I got into position, thumb on safety, heart pounding, eyes and ears searching for the sign of a bird surely to explode from the cover any second! Here it comes! Any second now!!! Then after the third pass the tail spinning slows and the puzzled dog comes out of the cover, blowing milkweed fluff out of her nose and looking slightly apologetic. Each time I had to bring down my heartrate in puzzled dissapointment, take one last kick at the grass, congratulate the dog on her efforts, then head for the next cover. All afternoon this happened again and again, each time building the excitment and anticipation to a PEAK, only to peter out before a big load of #4 can be sent rattling down my barrel...
On the way back to the car at dusk, a huge lone rooster flushed wild 50 yards away and flew over the car, tried to crap on the hood on the way by, and disappeared into the dark woods on the far side of the road. His broad white neck-ring stood out like a beacon in the semi-darkness, and I coudln't help thinking that it was him all day, laying down red-hot scent then scurrying off to our next cover to do it again. Outfoxed...
-Croc