Shattered dreams and broken trust
Okay, so the title of that is really deep. The substance behind the title is really shallow.We were rather hyped about the prospects of shooting a lot of birds on Saturday. The G-man said there were birds galore in the area we were traveling too. I was pretty much convinced I was going to shoot my limit by noon.
I was wrong.
The first area we hunted was designed by a three-year old and a Spirograph. It was curving and twisting with no real rhyme or reason. We kicked two out right away, then there was a little drought. I did see about 20-30 flush wild out of one of the opposite corners. One did flush about 30 yards from me. I rushed the shot and was over the top a little bit. I did hit the bird once as it buckled in midair, but the sucker kept going. Jar and the G-man each had a shot at two roosters that flushed in front of them, but they missed as well.
From that point on the rest of the day was a big zero. Two hour drive after three hours of sleep for nothing. I wasn't really happy. Neither was Jarrett as we passed up an opportunity to hunt a couple of patches that we have permission to hunt to head west.
I do believe that the weather played a factor in the hunt. A front was rolling through or in the process and I think the birds were moving to feed before light. The problem with that was the fact that we were hunting large patches of prairie grass. Plus, we ran across a covey of quail in a tree. Anytime you see quail in a tree, something isn't right.
posted by Rusty @ 10:24 PM
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