Here some photos from yesterday's hunt.

Shelby, my number one dog in a string of seven and me before we ventured forth,



to hunt the grunch.



This stuff is so thick that the only way birds will be had is if the dog understands to work it in 360 degree casts around you, while you advance ten or twelve yards after each cast.

Now you see her,



now you don't.




Trust in the dog knowing and doing her job and an old hammer gun, puts the last birds of my 54th season behind us.





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