The Doll's Head-Benny Road Coverts

I hunted Tuesday with my friend Russell. In his early 30's we met some years ago when he worked as college help one summer in the shipping dept. of the factory where I worked. With our similar interests in hunting and fishing we soon struck up a friendship that has endured.
We headed for the Doll's Head covert but a pick-up truck parked where I had planned on parking changed our plans and we drove out the road to the Benny Road covert, an unassuming strip of cover that usually holds a woodcock or two. We got our gear on and let Emma out of the truck and she immediately when on point while standing on the road, pointing in tall goldenrod. I told Russell to walk in and see what happens. As he stepped into the goldenrod a woodcock flushed giving him a good chance but he missed. He was shooting his grandfather's Model 12 16 ga. for the first time so he had a good excuse. We hunted to the end of the cover and turned back toward the truck. About half way back Emma when on point again and I walked in and flushed and dropped a woodcock with my right barrel. We hunted on to the road with me flushing a woodcock just as we reached the road and not far from where Emma had pointed the first one.

We moved back to the Doll's Head covert and hunted the end of the covert opposite from the parking lot that held the strange pickup. We pushed through the nice looking cover with no success and then swung around and started back through the top of the covert. Suddenly two woodcock appeared flying over in front of us from an area where Emma was hunting. Emma soon appeared in front of us and we kept hunting back toward the old road that we had walked in on. As we neared it Emma when on point and Russell walked in and dropped the 'cock with one shot from his grandfather's gun.

 I had marked the spot where the bird had fallen and as I began to call Emma she went on point again. Russell moved in for the flush and shot but this time the bird eluded him and flew away unscathed. As we walked back to the truck along the old road that ran through huge open pines Emma ran into another woodcock and it flew away unharmed. What it was doing in that spot I can't imagine.  The temperature had risen to 60 degrees and it was noon so we called it a day,satisfied with a bird each in our game pouches and the memory of a wonderful morning spent afield with a good friend.

The J & K Covert

Hunted one of my northern coverts today. The J & K Covert is a mountain strip mine that has been reclaimed. it's laced with old mining roads that make it somewhat easier to hunt it's steep terrain. I headed for the top where two small ponds were located. Several years ago Emma found 2 woodcock minutes apart and I have a wonderful memory of dropping both birds with a single shot each. Today that cover was bare so I walked an old road in a southerly direction through nice looking cover.

 

Emma soon was on point. I walked in for the flush but it proved to be empty. She relocated about 20 yards away at the edge of a clearing and the bird had no where to run. It flushed downhill giving me an open shot and I dropped it with my left barrel. It was a hen like the last 3 birds I had shot making me think the flights were coming through.

 

We hunted the nice looking cover for about 1 1/2 hours but found no more birds. The cover turned into pole timber so I began to retrace my steps. Part way back Emma went on point again. I chose the wrong route in to the point and the bird made it's escape behind a multiflora rose. As I reached the bend in the road and started down the mountain, Emma's beeper went off back on top. I hurried back thinking I was going in the right direction, but her beeper soon became faint and I turned and started in the opposite direction. Suddenly her beeper stopped and then I saw her coming toward me. The bird must have flushed on its own. We walked to the bottom of the mountain without any further bird contacts, a little disappointed with the bird numbers but proud of Emma's performance on the birds we did find.

 

Shawnee Creek Revisited

With the threat of rain and high winds Emma and I took a chance and headed for Shawnee Creek Friday morning. The rain mostly stayed away, a ridge protected the covert from most of the winds and we had a fine morning hunt.  I decided to hunt the covert "backward" from the way I had always hunted it. I found the shallow riffles, waded across the creek and started hunting along the creek toward the southern end of cover. Emma was soon on point in open cover and with the confidence of killing the last 3 woodcock with 3 shots I walked in with The Twigg and promptly missed the bird with both barrels. Emma soon found another bird this time in thicker cover and the 'cock used a hawthorn tree to evade my right barrel shot and was gone. We were nearing the end of the cover and Emma's beeper went off again. This bird proved to be even sneakier than the last two and flushed without giving me a chance to shoot. We turned and started north through a large field of goldenrod growing back with pines when Emma's beeper sounded in the distance.

 

 

I had a hard time figuring out just where she was pointing and when I finally found her the point was an empty one. We hunted on toward the northern end of the covert and was approaching the end when Emma found another bird. I  walked in pushing my glasses up onto the bridge of my nose, tugged at the brim of my cap, and shrugged my shoulders to loosen up my strap vest all in an attempt to get a good gun mount and drop this bird. The 'cock lifted and made it's escape toward a pine tree. My right barrel load passed harmlessly behind it. As the momentum of The Twiggs long barrels caught up to and passed the bird I dropped the left hammer and saw the bird tumble to the ground. Here's Emma making a nice retrieve.

 

We crossed the creek and headed back south toward the truck. After a long spell without any birds we were approaching the "hottest corner" in the covert and sure enough Emma found a bird. I moved in, flushed the bird and dropped it with the right barrel, my confidence in The Twigg restored.

 

Emma soon found another woodcock in this "sweet spot" but I took too long thrashing through the thick alders and the bird flushed without a chance to shoot.  With that I decided to call it a day and headed for the truck for the standard "bored Emma" tailgate pic.

 

Back home Emma got one last sniff of her bird while Thicket waited her turn.

 

The future (Thicket) and the past (Hattie) enjoying the scent.

 

Both my birds were hens, if the bill length vs. width of a dollar bill measurement is accurate. With the cold weather that they are having up north and the northerly winds we are having I would guess these to be flight birds.

 

 

 

A 2nd Hunt in the Valley

Wednesday I met my friend Eric and his setter Cider from Parkersburg at the Save-A-Lot parking lot in Davis WV for another hunt in the Canaan. The snow from Monday had melted and we hunted a logging road that led up the mountain. We moved 3 grouse but none offered any shots and by noon we were back at the trucks. We decided to give the old Camp 70 logging road that I had hunted on Monday another try as Eric had never hunted that area. Emma was soon on point in some spruce but the grouse proved to be too smart for us and using the trees flew away without a shot. Later out the road Eric tried for a woodcock with his little Fox but the bird used a large hawthorn to aid in it's escape. With Eric to provide pleasant conversation was we hunted I didn't take many pics. Here's Eric hunting through some mature hawthorn cover

Mature aspen and goldenrod cover looked good but held no birds today.

 

Emma finally went on point and Cider came in and backed her beautifully. As I walked in Eric captured this with his phone's camera.

 

A woodcock lifted in front of Emma and tried to use the big hawthorns to escape but a load of 7/8 oz. of #8's from the right barrel of The Twigg brought it down. This proved to be the last bird we found and back at the truck Emma and I posed with our first Canaan Valley woodcock.

 

I had hoped to hunt the Valley one more time this week but with a forecast of 33 degrees as the high with a wind chill of 23 degrees and a 70% chance of snow I decided that Emma and I would hunt near home and be satisfied with dreams of hunting the Valley and the Dolly Sods next fall.

Thicket

With the hunting season in full swing I've neglected to post pics of Thicket as she growing into a lovely lady.  No more "puppy" collar for her, she's now wearing a "big dog" collar :).  She quickly got use to the big swiss "sheep" bell that I'm using to keep track of her in the woods. We went for a little hunt on Tues. Actually just a walk in a small woodcock covert with me carrying the gun with no expectations. We didn't find any woodcock but did have a grouse flush wild at one spot. We also spotting some deer which she started to investigate but a stern NO and she returned to me. Here's some pics of my little girl getting all grown up.

Just  making sure Dad's coming along behind.

 

She's starting to get into the brush and soak in all the smells.

 

 

Just looking pretty.

 

After a couple of hours busting brush a girl can get tired.

 

We'll continue with our walks in the woods and just let her natural instincts awaken.

 

 

A Hunt in the Valley

The storied Canaan Valley made famous in George Bird Evans writings was my destination yesterday. At one time a near paradise of grouse and woodcock coverts it's now sadly home to a golf course, two ski lodges, and hundreds of summer homes. I traveled the 2 hour trip  south to try to find the magic that GBE found decades ago. The temperature started to drop as I climbed the Allegheny Front from the low 40's to the 30's as I reached the summit. A skiff of snow greeted Emma and I when we reached the end of our journey, a parking lot along side the Blackwater River.

 

We started out the old logging road with high hopes and visions of George and Kay walking this same road following their Old Hemlock setters.

 

 

The cover proved to be sparser than I had hoped. Consisting mostly of large hawthorn and goldenrod, but still cover that could hold woodcock.

 

 

The desolation that the Valley is famous for.

 

Perhaps the colder weather had pushed the birds southward for although Emma hunted hard we could not find any birds.

As I hunted my way back to the truck I encountered two hunters with a Brittney who told me that they had moved birds in this area other years, so it gave me hope that I had just picked a bad day to hunt this cover.

Tomorrow I'm meeting a friend from Parkersburg WV whom I've hunted with several times on the Dolly Sods.  We'll be hunting a different area and hopefully find some of the ancestors of the birds who made this place a paradise for birdhunters in years past.

 

 

 

Blooded the Twigg Yesterday

Yesterday I pulled The Twigg, my latest hammergun acquisition from the gunsafe for her first hunt.  Emma and I headed for the Piney Creek Covert, a new covert that had held some birds last week and I'd hoped it would hold some today. About a half hour into the hunt Emma pointed into a barberry tangle and I walked in nervously hoping to drop The Twigg's first bird. The 'cock used a grapevine tangle in it's escape which I tried to shoot through with no success. Not long after that failure Emma found another bird which gave me an wide open chance to redeem myself. The right barrel shot flew harmlessly by the bird but when the left hammer dropped so did the bird, and The Twigg was blooded. Emma found the bird in the fallen maple leaves.

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.

 

I always take in my surrounds as I hunt and in this covert I discovered an old stone wall, a scattering of old apple trees and an occasional old chestnut fence post telling me that long years ago a farmer and his family had tried to eke out a living in this lonely creek bottom.

 

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.

 

The 'cock gave me an open shot and I dropped the right hammer and saw the bird fall into hellish cover.

 

I crawled into the nasty mess with Emma thinking that the bird might have hung up in the thick cover before reaching the ground, a situation that I've seen before, but after several minutes Emma had found the bird and made the retrieve.

 

Back at the truck Emma, bloody from a split ear, poses with her birds. A bit of Farnam's Wonder Dust on the wound and I had the bleeding stopped.

 

So ended a wonderful day in the coverts with superb dog work and The Twigg showing me that even after 130+ years she could still get the job done.