So, what to hunt? Everything with feathers!
Mike sometimes says he thinks he needs to show me a picture of the bird(s) we will be hunting that day. OK, I get distracted because any and all birds are on my radar. I live to hunt birds.
This is the time of year when grouse (ruffed, spruce and sage) are fair game. So are pheasants, sharp-tailed grouse and Hungarian partridges. There are also cranes on the list of huntable birds. Along with all those birds to hunt, add in waterfowl and geese. It’s a busy time of year for me. Maybe I need a pay raise.
The great news is Mike gets pushed out of bed, then he cooks my breakfast and we are in the truck and headed out. It’s not until he parks the truck that I have any clue of what I will be pursuing that day.
OK, if it’s an orange canvas vest, I’m in pursuit of upland birds. I’ll sniff about until I find any and all of them. If Mike tugs on my neoprene camouflage vest, then I know I’m going into the water after ducks. Ok, as long as the water is luke warm, count me in. If it’s 10 degrees Fahrenheit and snowing like it was in December last year when Mike asked me to fetch a duck, I have reservations. But I plunged in and came back with a duck in my mouth.
Maybe I do need to have Mike show me a photo of the birds he wants to hunt that day as he is loading the truck. Or he could show me at the backdoor because once I know he is packing things, I am not about to let him leave the house without me. So, what to hunt?
Everything with feathers, har har! Let’s go. —Cameron
