Butterball (9 weeks old) got to go on her first hunting road trip with the big girls. For all our efforts I go my limit on Woodcock and my hunting buddy got a Grouse. One time during the day when I gave Butterball a pee break I threw one of the dead Woodcock into some grass. After Butterball had taken care of her business I brought her over into the grass down wind of the Woodcock. She picked up on the strange smell and followed her nose to the source. She then picked up the Woodcock and proceeded to carry it around.
When I called her she was very willing to bring it to me. I did have to pry it out of her mouth though.
Later in the day when I showed her the Woodcock and the Grouse she immediately zeroed in on the Grouse and ignored the Woodcock.
It looks to be a very bad year for Grouse in my favorite hunting spots in the Catskills. Grouse numbers are way down. In spite of the low numbers, all in all it was a very good day.
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Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read."
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