Monday, December 17, 2012
I wasn't surprised when my Garmin warbled the "point" alarm because Rose was looking birdy before she disappeared around the side of the hill. 60 yards, 50 yards, 40 yards....as the distance closed my anticipation grew knowing my white dog on point would be coming into view any second now but instead of my dog, the first thing I saw was a single quail flushing. "She must be pointing quail", I thought but with the report of the gun the hillside in front of me exploded with a massive wave of chukar! Darn! I didn't get to shoot at the birds my pup had pointed and the tiny quail didn't seem like just compensation. Before I could lament too much, another little bird got up and then another and another! One here, two there, all over the hill and flying in every direction, some to the left, some to the right some away and some right at you. The birds just kept flushing and just when you think they are all gone, there is one more. Those few minutes were a blur of random birds flushing and hunters shooting and sometimes connecting but usually not. I can see now how easy it would be to "Dick Cheney" someone in the melee of a covey of quail flushing. It's enough to undo the most steady of dogs or hunters. When the smoke cleared there were a few birds down and memories that will last a lifetime.