Sunday, November 02, 2008

Thank you mama nature

Unfortunately, Mother Nature's idea of funny, is to tease me with cold temperatures a week before the season starts, then drop mid-70s on me during Opening Weekend.

Despite her twisted sense of humor, the day dawned clear and almost crisp. Not a breath of wind to be felt anywhere, a fact I later wished was not true. There were only 7 of us to hunt Joe's ground which is a draw that runs for a half of a mile and is the CRP style of grass. To make matters worse, we had no dog, because Danny didn't show up.

No matter, we went ahead and walked it anyways, staying on the western edge. I had my doubts about how many birds we would see with such a small group in such heavy cover. The first rooster broke, surprising all of us as it flew to freedom. A little while later, the second rooster of the day exploded out of the grass, his squawking ending as he folded up in the heavy grass in the echo of the gunfire.

The next two roosters that flushed were too close to me as I broke both of them down, and we were able to find them. There's nothing like having that feeling of two birds in the gamebag sitting just above your butt. However, later in that patch, I got tired of carrying the extra weight.
The next four roosters that flushed and that were brought down, were not found as we had no dog and the cover was over my 6 foot frame.

We ambushed another rooster on the road as his last meal was gravel. Then we hunted a small patch of milo where the unthinkable happened. Some quail **** ** *** ***** ** *** *** *** flew away because we let them go as it's not quail season until next weekend. We ambushed another rooster and I buckled yet a third, but the sucker wouldn't go down.

The party walked one more patch of ground that was so tall, thick and overgrown by the end of it, all of us had weaseled our way out of it. It was too thick and that stuff even did me in. Thanks to that patch, after I cleaned the three roosters, I proceeded to nap. My two-hour nap was filled with horrible cramps in my legs.

Then I called the opening game of the season for basketball which was an 89-77 win. Saturday was good.