Whatever my dogs point on any given day is my "best bird." As I live in (formerly decent) quail country, it is more often than not "Scoundrel Bob" (I cannot call him a Gentleman any longer as he has developed some dastardly tricks to outwit us -- still, we love him). For over 30 years we have hunted grouse and woodcock from a cabin in the Minnesota north woods. Our 2-week October trip is the highlight of my hunting year. I tell folks, there's October in the grouse woods, and then there's waiting for October in the grouse woods. Not original, but its serves its purpose.
I guess I'm fickle, but I can say there's nothing quite like a good day afield with the wife and dogs with a brace of wild Bobs to show for it. Using a special gun just makes it all better.
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