So we pull up to the classified hunting spot. and be it the first day of the season expectations were low but i knew there would be a bird or two around. the first tn minutes was basically rowdy getting rid of some extra energy I am guessing. and that's when I jumped the first timberdoodle of the day. couldn't get a shot but saw where he flew too. After finally getting Rowdy Dog to listen, we moved on in the direction where the bird flushed to. needless to say it was in the thickest part of the area in briers , thorns, cedars, and alders all in your personal space and no place to escape them. then as i persuaded Rowdy in deeper into the brush I heard the tell tail chirp of a woodcock flushing and then wingbeats like a miny helicopter and through the brush I picked it out .... and missed...
Moving on through the area Rowdy flushed another bird and it was one of those instances where when he cleared the underbrush the gun came to my shoulder and i felt the recoil as if it was reflex and I collected bird one of the season. Rowdy and I ended up flushing up about 10 more birds with a few more re flushes most were after I got my three bird limit and just wanted to see how many birds where in the area at the time and also wanted to get Rowdy in the bird season state of mind. All in All a good day a field.
Neat story!!
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