I can't define what makes a red letter day, but I know when they happen. I think it's a combination of things that can't be fit into a formula ........location has a lot to do with it for me.
One day my buddy and I were hunting wild "birds" on my place. He was in his truck and I in mine, hopping from place to place where I had seen birds before. I pulled up at the end of a hedgerow that I knew a covey of birds particularly likes. As I walked around the back of the truck I heard something and looked into the end of the hedgerow and saw a covey scurrying about, nervous about the truck. It was thick so they felt safe enough not to bust out across the adjacent field.
When my buddy drove up and got out I said "Shut your door easy, they're right here". He grinned and said "Okay", not believing me. Dogs were turned out and in a few seconds they had the covey dead to rights. We took opposite sides of the hedgerow, entering the edges. They busted out on my side and I doubled with my BSS.
We could have gone on home, 'cause we didn't find another bird the rest of the day. Only one covey, only two birds bagged, but a red letter day.
Good thread, Garry! As Bob Hope used to say "Thanks, for the memories".
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