Hunting season is here! Time to find birds! These are the days all hunting dogs live for.
Hunting season is underway and once that calendar rolled over and spotted September on the exposed page, I dashed to the truck and dove in.
My days now are spent sniffing about for grouse, watching the skies for waterfowl and cranes, and scanning tree limbs and powerlines in search of doves. Ah, the life of a sporting dog.
This season I have spent many man hours — make that dog years, please — up in the mountains at 9,000 feet or higher in search of the elusive greater sage grouse. For a large chicken-size bird that meanders about much like a chicken, I have discovered that few sage grouse hold steady for me to point. I just never know where these grouse are lurking, maybe in the sage brush or over in the alder bushes or up there on the mountainside in those rocks. It’s my job to find them, and I have. In fact, Mike and his hunting friend have been on the scoreboard numerous times because I can find — and point if they hold — birds. If Mike and his hunting friend shoot and miss, my job instantly becomes grumbling and growling. I’m getting lots of practice at grumbling about missed shots this fall, har har!
Hunting season, however, is generally going well and birds are in the air. Note: I did not say all birds are in the bag or on the ground, I’m hunting with Mike, har har! Yes, he continues his missing streak. Ugh.
If you have a hunting dog, grab the shotgun, load your dog in the truck and hit the road. Seasons for many bird species are open. Be certain to take a kid, spouse, friend, neighbor or someone with you to enjoy the great outdoors and enjoy the hunting adventure.
Gotta go, I saw Mike loading more guns and shotshells, plus my bag of treats, bulging bag of dog crunchy and jug of ice water, into the truck. The hunt continues! —Cameron