Tuesday Thicket and I headed up north to try several coverts again hoping for flight birds. The first stop was at the Muth covert. A beautiful stand of aspen which often holds a bird or two. Yesterday it was empty.
It was a day filled with highs and lows. Thicket's pheasant pointed handsomely was the first pheasant she had ever smelled so I was very pleased, but the thought of all the wonderful cover we hunted through without any bird contacts was depressing and I felt sad that the only bird we found was an "artificial" one.