Have been hunting with Friends, letting them shoot while I use my camera. The terrain we hunt locally and find birds in is comprised of brush and heavy grass around row crops.
Spud buried in cover with a covey find. The orange is his collar straps. The birds flew through the trees, shots were fired, no birds fell.
Spud pointed a covey in the heavy grass on the right of the photo.
Hunted KS this past week with some new Friends on some new ground. Spud had found a couple of coveys so far this day and one of our hunters marked 5-6 birds out of the second covey heading towards this matted down from snow waterway. Spud did some nice work nailing 4 singles in a row and the Hunters were able to grass a couple of them.
Pointing a Single.
Bringing this one in Alive.
He is so proud.
Covey Point.
Spud found a scattered feeding covey here. There was a brushy fenceline, plum thicket and brushy waterway to the left out of the photo. He had 3 birds of the covey pinned down here in the grass. They felt the pressure and flushed while I was taking photos with my phone. I dropped my phone in left shell bag on the side of vest, spun 180 and fired once at a rapidly departing bird. Hit it hard but it flew on strong and I marked it down in a plum thicket along a brushy creek bottom about 175 yards out. I headed to my mark calling Spud to come with me.
When I arrived at my Mark, I motioned to the plum thicket and said "Dead, Hunt Dead". Spud entered, tracked around, went on point, realized the bird was crippled and dove in, bird flushed and flew a few inches off the ground to more heavy cover, Spud pursued, tracked, pointed, pounced, bird flew low, Spud pursued, got it in his mouth and came my way on a run.
I enjoy the scenery as well.
Resting in the Motel so we can do it again the next morning.
