The last minute - 01/09/17 02:11 AM
Our pheasant season ends on Tuesday at 4:30. But for Gus and me, it was ending today, Sunday, at 4:30. The weather was lousy. So overcast, it was almost evening at 2 in the afternoon. The wind was howling from the SE and we were in very exposed habitat. But, that's what we had and we were taking it.
We got a bird early on. I made a poor shot and Gus had to run it down on the edge of a harvested beanfield. There was a second bird that got up but I didn't want to distract him from this wounded one, so I let it fly. He got my crip, so we weren't going home empty handed. Anything beyond one bird would be gravy on a day like today, this late into the season.
We saw one more rooster that flushed way wild. And that seemed to be the end of it, but right at the truck with a minute still on the clock, Gus locked up on the corner of Willow and Sedge (thick stuff). He was wagging his tail and he wasn't going anywhere. I figured, at best, yet another hen. But lo and behold, it was a rooster, and more amazing, I hit him when he topped out, high above the willows. It wasn't a pretty shot, but he came down in the sedges and cattails. Gus was on it fast, but he didn't give up easy. Eventually, Gus found him, and we came home with two.
This is that last bird, and the best dog on the planet!
It has been a long season, full of lousy weather and not nearly as many birds as I expected, but we got our share and a few more. I hate to see it go, but it has.
We got a bird early on. I made a poor shot and Gus had to run it down on the edge of a harvested beanfield. There was a second bird that got up but I didn't want to distract him from this wounded one, so I let it fly. He got my crip, so we weren't going home empty handed. Anything beyond one bird would be gravy on a day like today, this late into the season.
We saw one more rooster that flushed way wild. And that seemed to be the end of it, but right at the truck with a minute still on the clock, Gus locked up on the corner of Willow and Sedge (thick stuff). He was wagging his tail and he wasn't going anywhere. I figured, at best, yet another hen. But lo and behold, it was a rooster, and more amazing, I hit him when he topped out, high above the willows. It wasn't a pretty shot, but he came down in the sedges and cattails. Gus was on it fast, but he didn't give up easy. Eventually, Gus found him, and we came home with two.
This is that last bird, and the best dog on the planet!
It has been a long season, full of lousy weather and not nearly as many birds as I expected, but we got our share and a few more. I hate to see it go, but it has.