Took a few days to head out and hunt this week. This was our first real hunt together and I'm super happy with my partner in crime. She has crazy energy and drive. She was eating up the ground, taking direction on where to hunt, changing direction with me, and most importantly, she was birdy as I've ever seen her. We got in a Sunday afternoon hunt and she experienced her first wild quail flush. It was a switch in her brain and she went nuts. I was worried about how she'd act with a 12ga, so I started her off with a blank pistol, firing when she was staring at them or chasing them after the flush. She was in the zone. After the second day I switched to the 12 ga. She didnt even seem to hear it, or maybe it made her even more crazy to find birds. I was good and held off shooting any birds, but on the 3rd day she got a flash point on a quail that flushed right at the same time. I took the shot and the quail sailed over the ridge, gone. Hot on its tail, my young friend was on top of it and held it down (bad shot
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) until I got there 60 seconds later. I quickly finished it off and let her sniff it and play with it while I poured love on her. Satisfied with the day, I headed off back to the truck and posed for a proud papa shot.
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Unfortunately our week ended 6 hours early today after she had an encounter with barbed wire.
I took this pic before I saw a much larger and nastier looking cut on her back leg. I promptly broke down the gun and carried her a mile back to the car.
$266 later, a lesson learned (hopefully!), and we're back home enjoying the luxuries of the modern world.
Brad
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