TimJ
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Over the past week Deuce has taken a quantum leap in pheasant hunting. It probably helps that he has been out 5 times in the past 9 days. He really seems to be getting it now. He is doing some good dog work and sometimes I even hit the birds.
Rainy day rooster.
A warm afternoon. He worked 2 roosters, 2 roosters down.
This afternoon we had two hours to get out before sunset. Amazingly with my shooting skills it only took one of them to get a limit.
This was an amazing hunt for us. This is a public spot that gets hunted hard. I mean every day and often more the once. When the conditions are right it still usually holds some birds. They are educated running little devils. They will flush wild, it takes some caution from a dog to pin them down.
The first rooster was a bit of a track but at the end it held. As I came up to flush the bird Deuce got less solid making it clear it was still moving. I took a step or two ahead quickly and the old rooster flushed. I'm sure it wasn't his first run in with a dog but it was Deuce who outsmarted him.
He then trailed one for what felt like 10 minutes. I had heard some roosters cackling earlier, I figured it was one of them and that it had flown off. As I walked off trying to get him to leave the old scent it suddenly got much fresher. This rooster finally ran out of hiding spots and flushed wild. It was my best shot this year on a pheasant.
I was happy with just one out of this spot and now I'm just one away from a limit. I've only shot one limit in SD over him. I normally just want a chance as one or two and I'm happy.
We get close to the west edge of the property and Deuce points...then he creeps up some...then he points...this goes on for a couple minutes. Finally he locks up better on a clump of grass. The flutter of wings coming up a couple feet from me is not something I ever hope I get use to. I yell "Hen!" I try to stay in that habit even when alone. Deuce goes right back to tracking.
This one gets into some thinner grass making it move even faster. Deuce goes on point and when I walk up to where he is pointing a rooster flushes 20 yards farther ahead. I took a shot and missed. I still had about 1/3rd of the place left but I felt like I might have missed our chance.
We go maybe 200 yards and Deuce's nose goes well up into the air, a sure sign he got a whiff of a bird up ahead. He moves up 20 yards and locks up. I was 50 yards away so I hope the bird holds. I move up to the side of him and slip over to get a better angle. Up pops a rooster moving fast to the left. As I pull up on it I see another one lift out of the cover to the right. It takes me two shots but the third bird drops. Deuce is on it in a flash and brings it right back to hand as he always does (not saying they are all in perfect shape when he gets back but he is quick). As he comes back I kneel down and give him a rub on the side and tell him he was a great dog today.
Some days everything just feels right. Today was one of those rare days I won't soon forget...the day my dog grew up and hunted better then I thought he could.
If you made it this far without being bored thank you for reading about my pride in my dog.
Tim
Rainy day rooster.
A warm afternoon. He worked 2 roosters, 2 roosters down.
This afternoon we had two hours to get out before sunset. Amazingly with my shooting skills it only took one of them to get a limit.
This was an amazing hunt for us. This is a public spot that gets hunted hard. I mean every day and often more the once. When the conditions are right it still usually holds some birds. They are educated running little devils. They will flush wild, it takes some caution from a dog to pin them down.
The first rooster was a bit of a track but at the end it held. As I came up to flush the bird Deuce got less solid making it clear it was still moving. I took a step or two ahead quickly and the old rooster flushed. I'm sure it wasn't his first run in with a dog but it was Deuce who outsmarted him.
He then trailed one for what felt like 10 minutes. I had heard some roosters cackling earlier, I figured it was one of them and that it had flown off. As I walked off trying to get him to leave the old scent it suddenly got much fresher. This rooster finally ran out of hiding spots and flushed wild. It was my best shot this year on a pheasant.
I was happy with just one out of this spot and now I'm just one away from a limit. I've only shot one limit in SD over him. I normally just want a chance as one or two and I'm happy.
We get close to the west edge of the property and Deuce points...then he creeps up some...then he points...this goes on for a couple minutes. Finally he locks up better on a clump of grass. The flutter of wings coming up a couple feet from me is not something I ever hope I get use to. I yell "Hen!" I try to stay in that habit even when alone. Deuce goes right back to tracking.
This one gets into some thinner grass making it move even faster. Deuce goes on point and when I walk up to where he is pointing a rooster flushes 20 yards farther ahead. I took a shot and missed. I still had about 1/3rd of the place left but I felt like I might have missed our chance.
We go maybe 200 yards and Deuce's nose goes well up into the air, a sure sign he got a whiff of a bird up ahead. He moves up 20 yards and locks up. I was 50 yards away so I hope the bird holds. I move up to the side of him and slip over to get a better angle. Up pops a rooster moving fast to the left. As I pull up on it I see another one lift out of the cover to the right. It takes me two shots but the third bird drops. Deuce is on it in a flash and brings it right back to hand as he always does (not saying they are all in perfect shape when he gets back but he is quick). As he comes back I kneel down and give him a rub on the side and tell him he was a great dog today.
Some days everything just feels right. Today was one of those rare days I won't soon forget...the day my dog grew up and hunted better then I thought he could.
If you made it this far without being bored thank you for reading about my pride in my dog.
Tim