|Bea has 'em!|
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Monday, January 30, 2012
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Saturday, January 28, 2012
|My First Chukar!|
|Brittany on the Rocks Pointed|
|Cap on Chukar #2|
|Break Time among the Rocks|
After flailing around for two days on our own, even with good advice from friends, I decided I wasn't going to chase Chukar without someone along that knows what they are doing. A game biologist from the area took pity on us and said, "Come on. I'll show you Chukar." What he kindly neglected to say was we would climb mountains, wade streams, walk snow and rocks and cold and hot and freezing and sweaty- all within 1 hour- just to get to Chukar Country. Then the fun part started! My pup, Cap, and his dog, Remy, were the two on the ground and they both did very well. Once we got in the area, Cap headed up the mountain and made a 350 yard cast and pointed! I figured he was relieving himself and didn't mention it. After several minutes of this, I mentioned that he was on point (about 200 yards away, now) and we started moving there in earnest. Finally, we saw him moving again high on the rocks and I called him down. I no sooner got the whistle out of my mouth, when a flash of feathers and noise came from my left off the face off a small rock face. Never having seen a Chukar flush, I hesitated for a nanosecond running through the cataloge of species, etc., and came to the conclusion this was the bird. Gun up- bird down! My first Chukar. I soon learned that Aaron shot, too..so I shared that one with him. Later on, Cap found a covey of 15 in the rocks and held them tight. I knocked one down over the edge on to a shelf above the creek (the same one waded through earlier). Aaron was up much higher overlooking the shelf. He called out that Cap descended the rocks, was on the shelf and now was on point (pic above) on my wounded bird. I eased down there, took some pictures, then kicked the bird up and watched the show. He came out of the bush trying to fly and took off running! Cap broke and I yelled, "Fetch 'em up, Cap! Go get 'em!" Those little suckers can run, too. Cap was on his tail as he zig-zagged down the shelf! Once, Cap almost caught him, and with a burst of speed, the bird went over a drop off. Cap never hesitated and went right after him! Silence followed as we both waited. About 30 seconds later, out from the creek bottom, my little pup came trotting up with a bird in his mouth. (pic) He put it in my hand and looked at me as if to say, "What are we waiting for? There's birds up there, Boss!" Oh my aching legs.....
Aaron's dog, Remy, a Vizla, did really well. A young dog, she will be a star for him next year. Thanks, Aaron, for taking us up in the mountains...
Friday, January 27, 2012
|Cotton and Maggie|
|A few of the harvest|
|Cotton, Ruby, Maggie and Bandit had this one pointed and backed|
|Cap locked down|
Sunday, January 22, 2012
|Cap Pointing a Brush Pile|
|Ruby Pointing a Quail in a Tree|
first was Ruby pointing a valley quail in a tree. The second involved the new eco-friendly shoot and
I made a nice shot on one quail in a brushy draw high above the north
bank of the Snake River. When Cap went in for the retrieve, he found
the bird just fine, but it was stuck in the top of a bush! So, I
wandered over to the bird and picked it out of the bush. Then, to get
some training in, I dispatched the bird and tossed it to a clear area
to get a retrieve from Cap and Bandit. Immediately as the bird hit the
ground, it got up, dusted off his feathers and ran on out of there.
Much to my chagrin, none of the dogs on the ground could find the
bird. Ah, bird hunting!
|This little guy let me take his picture!|
Saturday, January 21, 2012
|Ruby and Ace on the banks of the Snake River pointed on a covey of Valley Quail|
|Ruby retrieving and quail to me after she pointed|
|Male Valley Quail|
A great second day. As luck would have it, we sat next to a local real estate agent and bird hunter at breakfast. He allowed as to how it was good hunting in an area he knows, so he drew a map. It was great! Thank you, Jim!
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Although it was snowing elsewhere, the land we hunted was still dry with occasional rain. The Valley Quail were there and in pretty good numbers. The top photo is me and my pup, Cap. Next is Cap locked down on the slope of an irrigation ditch followed be another point and a back by Bean, as setter owned by me friend. Actually, Bean was the star of the day, with three finds on singles harvested.
It amazes me the cover these Valley Quail inhabit. It is more suitable to pheasant. Cattails, thick grass and weeds, creek bottoms.....just amazing!