Our next stop was an old field growing back nicely in hawthorn. Woodcock cover but nobody was home today.
We had two grouse wild flush in this cover.
Walking back a gas well road I noticed Emma below me worrying something. I call her in and she brought me a set of pheasant wings, the only thing left from some predators meal.
As we drove to the next cover this doe simply would not move off the road. She won't be in the gene pool long it she doesn't wise up.
The day was fading as I pulled into a parking lot with a thin line of aspen running along side it. As Emma went into the cover she stopped and moved her head back and forth testing the air for scent. She moved a few yards further in and went on point with one paw raised. I quickly circled around her and came in from the front and a woodcock flushed straight up and dropped at my shot.