The cold nights make for great sleeping as long as it doesn't get below 20. I detached the Jeep and went into the Badlands in search of grouse and found they had not conveyed up. Instead of 50 eyes looking out there were only 12 to 20 making for excellent rough shooting. Sharptails after feeding on grain and alfalfa make excellent table fare and since I was on a "bush meat" diet for the next 3 weeks I cooked the whole birds. I prefer grouse of the Hungarian Partridge.
The Drahthaar, Griffon, Poodle Pointer, Wirehair combo hunting machine, Fe her nick name for Drath Fe Dar was in her elements and overshadow the Labrador Pup. She was so intense on her hunting that quickly she was on point quivering at a buffalo berry patch.I closed my Hollis hammergun I kept the Lab at heel like we do on the grouse Moors in Scotland and when I got within 10 feet the brush exploded with the familiar AHAHAHAH cackle of flushing grouse. I remember a right to left
swing flush, then a faint recall of a fallen grouse before turning to a quick straightedge flush but I went blank. Rarely can I recall anything after the mount until a bird has fallen. It is all instinct. When I can recall I miss because I am bird watching lifting my head to high watch the beautiful flush. Sometime I think I miss just to watch the grouse sail across the slough.The pointer quickly retrieves the first grouse and I must get the birds from her quickly for she loves the taste of blood. The lab bring the second grouse to heel and I have a brace in the Filson. I tag my birds as required in Saskatchewan and decide to hunt for Huns
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