Here's an excerpt from a log I kept for the 1991/92 season.
We've all had, what them so long starts to our hunts. We had one today. We put Cracker, and ETís two red setters on the ground. Muffin was barking in the dog box. She gets excited when Cracker points. There she was. The setters backed and we made a short loop.
There's another great moment in bird dogging. Lets tell about both. I put Cracker in the dog box when the hunt was over. I thought. Beckett stacked up on a rosť bush near the truck. Birds just kept coming out of there. It was a fun ending to a little loop. I thought.. I loaded my Gator and reminded myself to give ET his stuff.
It didn't happen. Yeats was stacked up on the the other side of the old house. He was beautiful. I still have a little high from the start and finish to the hunt.
Do you get high? Have any what took them so long stories? Quitting time stories?
Quail hunting is like walking into, and out of a beautiful painting all day long. Gene Hill