Took my dad out this morning for a few hours. We found a covey of quail and spent a half hour hunting singles. Shot two and knocked down a third that took 20 minutes to find. Molly went to where it hit the ground, worked a circle and wanted to hunt. We kept at finding the down bird, and after a long while, she showed a little interest in some thick grass, but then kept going. I walked through the thick stuff and the runner came out. Molly brought it to me.
We then went to a place that I hate to walk, but love to hunt. 30 yards into the stretch, birds started flushing at the edge on the other side of my dad. He counted 13, but could not tell rooster from hen (his eyesight is pretty weak at times) so no shots taken. Molly hit a scent and started trailing. The wind was coming from the south, we were hunting west. As she trailed, I hustled to keep up. I guess we bypassed a hen which got up between my feet, just as Molly goes on point. Just as I get composed again, Molly's bird busts. One rooster in the vest. We continue to walk the strip getting a few empty points. At the end, she goes on point again, moves, points, moves, points, circles and points again. This last one produces the 2nd and last rooster of the day.
I felt pretty excited when we left the house this morning, the ground was wet and I figured scenting conditions would be great. Got out to the area and the ground was bone dry. My boots never showed any moisture at all. I guess for the conditions, we did pretty good.
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