I am watching the c.m.a. awards tonight, and I was remembering my short hour hunt with our brittany cash this afternoon. I have my favorite hunting area, where cash and I got our first woodcock, where cash flushed 3 grouse and when I called him back he came flying back all excited and slammed on the brakes a foot from me. I had ferns up to my armpits, cash is looking right at my feet, not moving a muscle. I remember thinking he must be excited from the grouse, I took a step forward and a woodcock took off.
That was 3 seasons ago, today I was coming up to a large open field, I had my gun slung over my shoulder that first season walking in the middle of the same field when a grouse flew out from under a single large tree a perfect open shot if I wouldn't of had my gun on my shoulder
Right near that I had another perfect point by cash on the edge of the same field and missed the bird 2 years ago. As I was getting close to that spot cash's beeper went off, nearly the same spot, I actually had a pretty decent shot, missed with both barrels. We went back where the bird flew to make sure I didn't hit him.
We were heading towards "our tree in the field" coming out to the edge of the poplar trees and field and he goes on point again within a hundred yards of the last point. A grouse flushed over cash's head, then another just right of his head. I decided not to shoot, I always worry he will somehow get in the way of my shot, I am overly careful that way. I enjoyed having the 2 grouse flush, I was almost light headed with the thrill of it all. I looked at cash who hadn't moved a muscle (probably 5 seconds had elapsed) I always remember my 2 friends always telling me to "trust the dog" I took another step forward and another grouse flew off almost behind me, that bird wasn't 10 feet from me. Cash just looked at me kind of funny I marked the area where one of the grouse flew because we would be hunting that way.
We hunted for another twenty minutes, its about 38 degrees about a 10 mile an hour wind. Cash was really flying, running hard, hunting hard, I remember thinking how much better of a bird dog he is now. We cut back towards our truck through some thick poplar slashings near where I saw the one grouse fly to. Sure enough the beeper goes off 60 yards ahead, it took me a while to get there, he is rock solid on point, I walked all around that area, I released cash and watched him look for that bird. He was about 20 yards away, when he turned into the wind and locked up again. This time his head was looking up there was one 30 foot high pine tree in that poplar slashing, I walked behind him, then in front, his eyes are looking up slightly. I walked in front of him maybe 30 feet, all around the area in front. I released cash again he ran right to the tree, put his front legs on the tree, and the grouse flew out the back side. This is the third time in the last week he has pointed grouse in a tree.
This spot will probably always be my favorite, there is not a ton of birds in the area, but it always seems to hold just enough. I am so lucky to have such a good dog, a wife that works so hard at the hospital, and keeping our dog in such good shape for me. She texted me the other day about what a "good team" we make. I sure am a lucky guy...