I reached the creek crossing that I had used last week and just like last week Emma's beeper went on point mode somewhere across the creek. I struggled up the creek bank and into the barberry filled bottom trying to zero in on Emma's beeper but even with hearing aids in both ears the acoustics of the creek bottom had me stymied as to what direction she was in. After several misdirection casts I finally located her on point but as I had feared the bird had run out from under her point. After several attempts she relocated the bird near the creek but it lifted before I could get in position for a shot. As we worked our way back toward the truck Emma found another bird and The Twigg and I put it all together and dropped the bird with one shot.
We made it back to the truck with no more bird contacts so I decided to try a small piece of cover that was along the route home. The covert was along a small creek that often times went dry during the summer but now with the fall rains contained a small flow. The cover was thicker that I had expected and after 45 minutes of busting through the brush and briers I was ready to head home. As I made my way to the road Emma's beeper called me back into the brush. I found her pointing in head high goldenrod.