The next day Hattie and Caleb were my huntmates. We hit a local cover that often holds a few birds.
Hattie found the birds, but they proved hard to approach. Here's Caleb going in to a point.
Caleb going in on another point. Hattie found 6 woodcock that day but they were runners, flushing out ahead of her points. Caleb only got one chance at a bird and didn't connect.
The last day drawed my to Lake Raystown, the largest lake in Pa. It has some excellent looking covers, but I've never been able to "hit the flights" and only move an occasional bird.
It's a shame the woodcock can't read.
So this years woodcock season ended quietly. With only a few birds bagged some may say it was a disappointing season, but I hunt as much for the experiences as for the full game bags and I have many memories to remind me of this wonderful time of year.