Explored a new area this morning, came up empty handed, and somehow lost my tethered "Gunfighter" Nalgene bottle in a horrible bramble. On the upside I was rewarded with vistas like these.
Short and sweet, hunting has been slow this year. Normally I would have already been over to Montana to visit my "older brother" and good friend Dave, but the lingering affects of my concussion have had me rolling slow since mid-August. Took Booker and Paxson out yesterday and managed a hard won rooster out of one of my favorite PITA to hunt honey holes. Always birds there, but having expectations on pulling one out is a whole other story. Enjoy.
I'm just a guy suffering with an infatuation with gundogs since childhood. Forty some odd years later this is what you get.