Saturday, January 30, 2010

Turn Out The Lights The Party's Over

Turn out the lights
The party's over
They say that All good things must end
Call it tonight
The party's over
And tomorrow starts
The same old thing again..........
The Party's Over by Willie Nelson
I wrapped up my upland hunting season a few days before the official end. This finale was slightly different from years past. It's simple, I'm satisfied. This was the most fulfilling hunting season that I have ever experienced. Game was bountiful and limits were taken but it's never about that. It's about the camaraderie, the sights, the memories and the dogs. I'm sure I come back with more of a recap but for now enjoy a few photos from the last party on the prairie.

Redemption Cover

Pete and Oreo

Adis and Oreo. Lining up for the last walk.


The party's over for the upland hunting season but our training season is picking right back up.
I'll take a few days to catch my breath, straighten up the gear and rest the girls.
til next time....

Friday, January 22, 2010

Back to Back

As my upland season comes to an end I'm trying to fit in a few last hunts. I was able to get out both yesterday and today. The hunting was tough but it was great to get out. I'm almost ready to see the season end. I've been trying to fit as many hunts as possible between my busy work schedule and it's starting to takes it's toll. Mia is punching out and hunting on her own. I guess that six months of wild birds can do that to a dog! Abby needs to complete her steady work so next year I can alternate the dogs in the field.
Here are few a photos from the past two days.

til next time....

Friday, January 8, 2010


I really couldn't put my finger on it. I was hunting but something seemed somewhat familiar but still not reminiscent of anything recent. And then it hit me, the burn in my lungs was from a cold January morning in Upstate NY.

Here I was hunting Ruffed Grouse the way I did many times before my move out west.
That way was after the holidays and after deer season. During the previous deer season we always remember where we flushed grouse and we always came back when the weather permitted us to and that's what I where I was. Countless of times before my brother and I followed an ESS of the past, Babe or Kayla, through coverts that only weeks before had us searching for deer. This time we followed Phils little rocket ship of an ESS Mollie.

As we slowly climbed to reach the far corner of this covert I held my gun in anticipation of a flush. As I paused and on cue a grouse flush sounded just as a crack of the gun echoed. In an instant a grouse sailed over my way giving me a right to left shot. It was the best look I had a Ruffed Grouse in a long time and maybe ever! Well I just set my self up for a great miss. Yep, I can see it know, my head sticking over the barrel, eyes and mouth wide open in amazement! That's a perfect recipe for a missed shot. The good news is that my brother was able to bring one to hand with quartering away shot for his first bird of the season. That was all in the first 2o minutes. We spent the next six hours scouring coverts that held grouse only a few weeks back. No flushes and no sign and that was no problem with me. I had a great time and before I knew I was back home in Denver.


til next time.....