Thoughts and pictures of my wanderings through the Allegheny Mountains hunting grouse and woodcock with my Ryman-type English Setters during the fall and winter months, fishing for smallmouth bass in local streams and rivers during the summer months and wandering over my 66 acres of heaven year round.
Saturday, November 28, 2020
Unexpected Ending to My Season
Thursday, November 19, 2020
This Weeks Hunts
Bliss and I hunted the Church Hill covert earlier this week. Started off good with a solid point on a hen pheasant who held for the flush.
Thursday, November 12, 2020
Finally Success
Bliss and I finally had some success today in the Harrier Ridge covert. Her first point was in some open pines that proved to be a hen pheasant. Growing up in Pa hen pheasants were protected but now their legal game and I broke a wing with the left barrel with Bliss making a nice find and retrieve.
The 16 gauge Model 51 Husqvarna built in 1912 did it's job.
We worked our way to a series of small ponds with some scattered aspen cover. And found some woodcock. The first bird held nicely for Bliss but had it's escape route planned ahead and I missed with both barrels. Soon she was on point again and I hurried in and flushed the bird. Lady luck was with me and I dropped it with the left barrel.
We found one more woodcock but it ran out from her point and flushed without a shot.
Here's hoping that the flights have begun and we'll find a few more birds before the season ends.
Thursday, November 5, 2020
A Quiet Season
Not much to write about this season so far. The woodcock have not started to move through, at least in my coverts and native birds are very scarce. Bliss had two points yesterday in the Blandsburg covert. The first bird flushed before I could get in position for a shot and the second bird used several larch trees to avoid my pellets. Warm weather is called for all next week so am not expecting much movement in the migration. Bliss had an encounter with a porcupine last week with a visit to the vet to remove the quills. Her two encounters last year obviously did not teach her the danger of messing with a quill pig. Some scenery pictures are all I have to show.