Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Almost two years ago I made a trip back to my hometown, Buffalo NY. I brought along my 1 1/4 yr old ESS Mia. She was a young pup that had only a few bird contacts under belt. Even though she was young I had great hopes in discovering birds in my old coverts. It was early October and the leaves were colorful but still thick as can be. Even though I had family obligations, my brothers wedding, I still made time for 4 trips afield three for Woodcock and one for grouse. My grouse adventure was unfortunately rained out but the skies prevailed for the days in the poplar and thickets. It was the first time in over ten yeas I was able to let a gun dog loose on those slow flying, easy shooting birds! I say that sarcastically because the birds were flying and so was the bird shot but one thing was missing, a bird in hand. Only one bird ended up in the bag, Mia's first wild bird flush and retrieve.