The total bird count was 4 quail...two for the dog, and two for the human hunters.
We saw lots of pheasant, but only one rooster that Gunner had pointed in some cattails. It got up, and I got a shot off, that took off his tail, but with a blocker down range, a second shot could not be taken. Rest of the day in high snow all we saw for pheasant was hens. But there were lots of good points by Gunner, and one in particular left us laughing for 5 minutes, and will be one of those legendary hunting stories for our group.
Gunner went on point at a clump of grass in a waterway. We went over, and there was absolutly nothing there. He stayed locked up, so walking around behind him there was a hole in the snow and the tailfeathers of a hen just visible. My cousin was just 3' on the other side of the clump when all of a sudden a snow explosion erupted, with the hen coming up and hitting my cousin in the chest, and flogging him with its wings. The look on his face, being attacked and beaten up by a hen pheasant was priceless
That mental pic will be forever etched in my mind
Two times Gunner went on point with his face half buried in the snow. Both times with a small forward movment he came up with a quail in his mouth, and brought it to me. The birds were just hunkering down in the snow and not moving. We finally got two more singles over points, came home wet, tired but had one of the best days I've ever had with great dog work, and a few new hunting stories to bore people with.
We saw lots of pheasant, but only one rooster that Gunner had pointed in some cattails. It got up, and I got a shot off, that took off his tail, but with a blocker down range, a second shot could not be taken. Rest of the day in high snow all we saw for pheasant was hens. But there were lots of good points by Gunner, and one in particular left us laughing for 5 minutes, and will be one of those legendary hunting stories for our group.
Gunner went on point at a clump of grass in a waterway. We went over, and there was absolutly nothing there. He stayed locked up, so walking around behind him there was a hole in the snow and the tailfeathers of a hen just visible. My cousin was just 3' on the other side of the clump when all of a sudden a snow explosion erupted, with the hen coming up and hitting my cousin in the chest, and flogging him with its wings. The look on his face, being attacked and beaten up by a hen pheasant was priceless
That mental pic will be forever etched in my mind
Two times Gunner went on point with his face half buried in the snow. Both times with a small forward movment he came up with a quail in his mouth, and brought it to me.
The birds were just hunkering down in the snow and not moving. We finally got two more singles over points, came home wet, tired but had one of the best days I've ever had with great dog work, and a few new hunting stories to bore people with.
