One year I ran into a major woodcock flight in a cover I hunt. Too good to keep to myself so the next day I invited a friend to go, him shooting and me working the dogs. This cover requires a substantial walk to get to it so I told my buddy to take plenty of shells. Well, half way through the cover with only 1 bird in the bag he advised he was down to his last two shells, which he emptied without success.
The next day I invited another friend as this was way too good to be true. Again, I admonished him to take plenty of ammo. Again, halfway through the cover he was out of shells with no birds in the bag.
Both of these guys are reasonable shots on the clays course. However, woodcock in heavy cover are a horse of a different color.
So, send them south boys. I have friends that are waiting.
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