Went to Piney Creek with Thicket on the first day of the woodcock season. Hot and dry weather and Piney Creek only had water in the deeper holes. Thicket found and pointed one bird, but it lifted before I could reach her.
My next hunt was at the Church Hill covert with Bliss.
Hunting through the hawthorns in the fog.
Hunting through the alders along the beaver pond produced one wild flush.
Hunting through the mature pines back to the truck produced no birds.
Back at the truck we shared a sandwich.
After lunch we tried one more place. A small stand of aspen as our last hope and it paid off.
Bliss went on point and I got one shot off in the tight cover before the bird disappeared. I started to follow it's flight path and as Bliss came in from in front of me she suddenly went on point a few feet to my left and behind me. I had walked passed the bird lying there with it's perfect camouflage. What a great way to end our first hunt of the season together. Bliss's first point of the year, my first shot of the year, and her great find on the fallen bird.
