Birddogman
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Yesterday was our last hunt of the 2023/24 season.
When I got up in the morning, the thermometer claimed it was 14 degrees F, plus there was a good bit of wind, making little snow tornados in the open areas. Perfect!! I had plowed my lane the day before, which caused it to turn into a sheet of ice that gave even the truck some trouble. Startin' out:

I called my buddy, Dave, and asked him if we were "men or mice". He is a good friend and a good sport, so he and his setter, Jack, foolishly agreed to join us for what I told him was a "sure thing" final pheasant hunt.

The dogs covered miles and had a BALL! Jack, Joy and Bliss:

Jack in action. That boy can cover some ground!



No one was leaving 9 year old Joy in the dust!



Miss Bliss wasn't going to be left behind either!



Birds were non-existent, as expected (yeah, I lied about the "sure thing"). Dave worked this row with Jack, while I worked another one.

Suddenly, I Joy and Bliss got "birdy" and I had some double-dawg action!! Woo hoo! My heart started pounding.

Closing in on the quarry with Brittany teamwork!!

POW!! Bliss finally nails the point and Joy honors the point. I'm ready to flush my last bird of the season.

Turns out it was a *&^%$# squirrel....
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Quittin' time.

It has been a good season - my 65th (not counting three years spent overseas in the Army in the late 1960's). This season, I've enjoyed: the company of my dear wife and good friends in the field and the wonderful solitude of hunting alone; countless hours of watching my beloved dogs do what they most love; beautiful wilderness places all over the country; and many birds of different species. Life is as good these days as it has ever been for me - I'm a lucky guy in every way, including still having the necessary stamina and good health to do this at age 77. The last hunt is always bittersweet nonetheless. At my age, I don't know if I'll have another season - I'll do everything reasonably possible to make that happen (go to the gym, do all my medical stuff like colonoscopy, etc), but there are no guarantees. Maybe I'll get to post pics of some hunts next season, Red Gods willin'.
Greg
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Check out my photos at: https://www.flickr.com/photos/137747053@N07/
When I got up in the morning, the thermometer claimed it was 14 degrees F, plus there was a good bit of wind, making little snow tornados in the open areas. Perfect!! I had plowed my lane the day before, which caused it to turn into a sheet of ice that gave even the truck some trouble. Startin' out:

I called my buddy, Dave, and asked him if we were "men or mice". He is a good friend and a good sport, so he and his setter, Jack, foolishly agreed to join us for what I told him was a "sure thing" final pheasant hunt.

The dogs covered miles and had a BALL! Jack, Joy and Bliss:

Jack in action. That boy can cover some ground!



No one was leaving 9 year old Joy in the dust!



Miss Bliss wasn't going to be left behind either!



Birds were non-existent, as expected (yeah, I lied about the "sure thing"). Dave worked this row with Jack, while I worked another one.

Suddenly, I Joy and Bliss got "birdy" and I had some double-dawg action!! Woo hoo! My heart started pounding.

Closing in on the quarry with Brittany teamwork!!

POW!! Bliss finally nails the point and Joy honors the point. I'm ready to flush my last bird of the season.

Turns out it was a *&^%$# squirrel....
data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAPABAP///wAAACH5BAEKAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAICRAEAOw==
Quittin' time.

It has been a good season - my 65th (not counting three years spent overseas in the Army in the late 1960's). This season, I've enjoyed: the company of my dear wife and good friends in the field and the wonderful solitude of hunting alone; countless hours of watching my beloved dogs do what they most love; beautiful wilderness places all over the country; and many birds of different species. Life is as good these days as it has ever been for me - I'm a lucky guy in every way, including still having the necessary stamina and good health to do this at age 77. The last hunt is always bittersweet nonetheless. At my age, I don't know if I'll have another season - I'll do everything reasonably possible to make that happen (go to the gym, do all my medical stuff like colonoscopy, etc), but there are no guarantees. Maybe I'll get to post pics of some hunts next season, Red Gods willin'.
Greg
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Check out my photos at: https://www.flickr.com/photos/137747053@N07/










