Well I wanted to share a story about well managed uplands (which there were), flushing birds (which we did), and roosters in the bag (my brother missed his shot with both barrels) but that is not the story I have to tell today.
JP's pace quickened, his tail twitched excitedly, and he began gulping air through his nostrils more deliberately. I kept pace with gun ready. A final acceleration through the grass towards a clump of tules for what I assumed would be a flushing pheasant but no bird erupted. I quickly realized that those bodily tells were those of gamey JP, not of birdy JP. I try to whistle and give him the "leave it" command but it's to late, he has some unlucky, furred creature in his mighty jaws already. One quick shake of his head and the animals has breathed his last and JP comes to me with that proud look on his face but with a new green streak on his neck and a pungent, unmistakable smell about him.
That's how our day was cut short today. JP did his civic duty to the birds he and I love so much and rid Los Banos of one more nasty nest raider. I can honestly say I am surprised it took six years before our first encounter with a skunk.