Post by crockett on Oct 13, 2012 14:20:29 GMT -5
Take'em and I hit a spot this morning that is usually good for a half-dozen rooster per season. This was our third hunt there between the two of us, without a rooster flushed. We're not ready to admit defeat yet, because past experience has proven that there are some local refuges that sometimes hold the birds, so just when you think it's dry, up come a whole flock of pheasants! Anyhow, for this morning, it was not to be. We packed it in for the day and headed home. I put Ruby in the car but she reeked of something that she had rolled in, so I stopped by the water on the way back to give her a swim. No towel in the car, so she was soaked. So I figure I'll just walk her around the perimeter of a small dry field to give her a chance to dry off before heading back. As I pull up, I see some small brown heads bobbing in the field. Hens! I grab the shotgun, because where there are hens, there are often roosters! We walk up to the scent and Ruby gets red-hot of course, and follows the scent towards and old apple tree, where the scent just died. Odd. Turned out that they were not hens - they were grouse and they had hopped up into the tree! First two flushed without me being able to see them clearly enough to shoot (and not clearly enough to be 100% sure that they were not hens!). Third one flashed out from the side of the apple tree and was passing through the top branches of a think oak sapling when I hit him with a spectacular(ly lucky) shot.
-Croc
-Croc
