Pop always said there would be days like this...

[mobirdhunter]

Originally Posted by Mike Franzen

Amen Brother!

Sounds like a man having just attended the Church of the Wild Quail. Welcome, Brother Mike -- another believer.

[Stan Hillis]

Count me as another true believer. Great thread, and great pics. That cover you called "wooly" is light stuff here. We do get into a covey of wild birds out in the open occasionally, but when we do we know we'd better get our shooting in on the rise, because they are going straight to the nearest, heaviest, thickest cover imaginable. Smilax and devil vines, bay bushes, brier patches and wild plum thickets ........ just to mention a few.

We caught these out in the open edge, but you can see where they're heading.



You have the perfect excuse for not shooting well ........you were carrying someone else's gun!!

Thanks for sharing the hunt, SRH

[mobirdhunter]

Originally Posted by Stan Hillis

Count me as another true believer. Great thread, and great pics. That cover you called "wooly" is light stuff here. We do get into a covey of wild birds out in the open occasionally, but when we do we know we'd better get our shooting in on the rise, because they are going straight to the nearest, heaviest, thickest cover imaginable. Smilax and devil vines, bay bushes, brier patches and wild plum thickets ........ just to mention a few.

We caught these out in the open edge, but you can see where they're heading.



You have the perfect excuse for not shooting well ........you were carrying someone else's gun!!

Thanks for sharing the hunt, SRH

Stan, I've shot at wild Bobs over dogs in the South (notice, shot "at"). It's like hunting a tiny grouse with rockets attached. You earn every bird, but for me, it's still better to come home empty handed for the chance at a wild Bob.

Keep the faith, Brother! Always good to know there's another choir member.

[mobirdhunter]

New Millennium Bobs are where you find them, as Stan so aptly pointed out. Pop used to say Bob could not live where he had to "pack a lunch and pull a trailer," so you find them in some hellacious places to be sure. If you want a chance, you have to go in after them.

Photos:
1. We don't have the same clawing, clasping stuff I recall from my years in the South, and as Stan describes, but here on the edge of the prairie many things will stick you on the way into the ditch heading to a point. We've pulled long locust thorns out of dog pads many times...and a few out of our own hides.
2. There's a hard earned bird in my hand here, one from a covey that got up in the stuff you see behind me. You can't even swing the gun in a place like this, and generally you just hear the covey get up. It's not unusual to get up multiple coveys on a hunt and never have a chance to shoot on the rise.
3. BUT...we are still lickin' our chops at a chance to go again!