The Church Hill Covert

Emma and I hunted the Church Hill Covert  yesterday. It's mostly reclaimed strip mines totaling over 7,000 acres. I've hunted parts of in over the past few years and last year a rabbit hunter gave me directions to an area where he had jumped woodcock.

 

I'm used to hunting woodcock in thick creek bottoms and find it hard to believe that they use cover this open, but Emma pointed 5 woodcock, I had shots at 3, and was only able to drop 1 a nice hen, who when cleaned, had a nice layer of fat on her breast. In cover like this there's no nice mossy logs to get a photo op.

 

The first bird she pointed which I missed was in ridiculously open cover under this tree, but there was a stiff wind blowing and I felt like I was making figure 8's in the air with my barrels as I tried to focus on the bird as it made it's escape.

 

Here's Emma on point in fairly open cover. This bird ran and flushed out ahead of us not giving me a chance for a shot.

 

We came to a large beaver pond. I started around one side and didn't realize that Emma had taken to the other side until I heard her beeper sounding. I tried to circle above the pond , then realized it was much larger than I thought and had to backtrack to cross the stream at the dam. She held the point for several minutes but as I made my way to her the bird must have flushed as her beeper went silent and she appeared checking back in with me.

We later came to another pond. Emma pointed a woodcock that I missed and then went on point almost before I could reload my gun. As I walked in thinking another woodcock a grouse erupted and used some pine trees to cause me to miss, but it was nice to see Emma handle a grouse, a bird she's always had trouble pointing.

As we made our way back to the truck I gazed out over the landscape at all the cover and knew I'd have to return soon.

Monday and Tuesday Hunts

Monday Emma and I hunted with my friend Russell. We hit the Shawnee Creek covert hoping for flight birds but it wasn't to be. Emma pointed 3 woodcock with Russell missing two of them and I missing one. Russell also saw one bird lift in front of Emma as she worked the cover. I spent most of the hunt talking to Russell and didn't take many pics. Here's Russell moving in on an Emma point.

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.

 

The next stop was at the Pheasant Ridge covert. Last year Emma pointed a hen pheasant along the gas well road that runs along the top of the ridge. Yesterday Thicket went on point in the goldenrod that grows along the road and I kicked up another pheasant, this one a rooster. It dropped at my shot then ran off the road with Thicket in hot pursuit. I found Thicket with her body stretched half way under a huge log and when I got down on my hands and knees I spied the rooster buried in the leaves beneath the log.

 

 

We hunted back up the hollow through heavy cuttings searching for a grouse but found nothing.

 

We tried one more covert the Brady with no luck and with aching legs called it a day.

 

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.

Emma's Day

Yesterday I decided to give Emma a start and we headed up to the Piney Creek Covert. It held some woodcock both male and female no doubt flight birds. Emma gave me 4 productive points and several empty ones and I moved 2 birds as I wandered through the barberry, multiflora rose bottom. The creek that was almost dry on the first day of the season now is flowing nicely.

 

Two of Emma's points offered no chance for a shot. Then I got lucky and dropped a bird with my right barrel on a close open shot. I thought I had marked the spot where it fell but Emma soon moved out of the area in her search. I circled the spot tramping down brush and briers, calling Emma back to search more thoroughly. As the minutes slipped by I got that sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach that comes with a lost bird. Emma and I had lost a bird on our last outing and I was fearing the worst when Emma suddenly appeared with the woodcock, a small male,  in her mouth. It had fallen further out than I had estimated and I showered Emma with praise for a job well done.

Her last point was it fairly open cover, but I took the wrong route and became entangled in a multiflora rose clump just as the  bird chose to flush. I ripped my arm free and threw a shot after the bird but it winged it's way to safety.  I had aggravated my hamstring muscle while hunting in Canaan Valley so I called it a day and made my way back to the truck with the sweet memory of Emma's find and retrieve on a bird that I had thought lost.

Walking in GBE's Footsteps

I hunted the Canaan Valley yesterday with a friend Eric Rinehart. The Valley had been made famous by the writings of George Bird Evans. The years haven't been kind to the valley with development in the form of summer homes and a ski & golf resort taking much of the cover.  The woodcock, which the valley was so famous for, were absent yesterday but we managed to move a few grouse, none of which were harmed.

Eric's setter Cider moving through the cover.

 

Thicket had her 1st solid point on a grouse who flushed low and away not offering me a chance for a shot. Later I had a shot at a grouse that Thicket and Cider had pinned between them. I saw the bird on the ground as I walked in and when it flushed promptly missed it with my right barrel before it vanished into the cover.

 

Even though no birds were taken it was still a wonderful day with nice weather, good dog work, and a friend to share it with.

Troubles with Thicket

Thicket has developed the disturbing habit of leaving a point as I walk in for the flush. She simply turns 360 degrees and walks away. I've also seen her trot past woodcock as they flushed and show no excitement at the flush. She started this several hunting trips ago and yesterday left 3 points that held woodcock and I also saw several woodcock flush as she hunted through the cover that she paid no attention too. After starting the season off so good she now has me stymied. It's as if she's decided that woodcock aren't worth her attention. I'm hoping it's just a "teenager" thing as she is 1 1/2 years old. I'm going to leave her at home for a few days and hunt Emma instead. I'll be meeting a friend in  the Canaan Valley in WV next week and plan on taking Thicket along  to see if hunting with another dog stirs her desire. She has the bloodlines to be a good solid birddog and hopefully this is just a "hiccup" in her learning curve.

Lost Bird

Emma and I hunted a reclaimed stripmine that lay on top of a mountain on Monday. It's a long hard climb to the top but I usually move a couple of birds in this cover. I always walk up an old road that winds it's way to the top but this day Emma raced straight up the side of the mountain and went on point near to top. As I huffed my way up the near vertical climb I stopped to rest, looked up and saw the woodcock fly over my head. So much for that bird. I was over a third of the way up so I continued the climb and hunted the nice cover.

 

 

The spruce, goldenrod and alders looked like nice cover but we found no more birds there. The cover then turns to islands of aspen and locust with a goldenrod, blackberry brier understory.

It was here that Emma found another bird that I flushed and dropped with my right barrel. It was a fairly close shot and with feathers still floating in the air I made my way toward where it fell, calling Emma in to find the bird. We search and search but it seemed that the ground had swallowed the bird. Emma has been an excellent finder and retriever but this bird must have been "airwashed" for she could find no scent of the bird. She finally grew tired and wandered away while I kept tramping down goldenrod and briers in a desperate attempt to find the bird. I too finally gave up and hunted on. We had a wide circle and came back to the scene of the point and again attempted to find the bird, but with no success. The day was heating up so we called it a day and made the long walk down off the mountaintop, discouraged with losing the one bird that I had clearly dropped.

Bennett Run

Thicket and I hunted the Bennett Run covert on Friday. I discovered this little gem last spring while exploring for new woodcock covers. Located in a hollow at the bottom of a steep ridge that contained a clearcut which I had been hunting for several years. The clearcut covers about half of the ridge and I had never ventured beyond the lower edge where it turns into mature white pine. Barberry and mutiflora rose make cover for the birds and goldenrod grows in the scattered openings. A small wet weather stream winds through the bottom which has a scattering of old hawthorn, apple, locust, and pine trees. Not a big cover, it only takes about 1/2 an hour to hunt, but it's always held a few woodcock when I have visited it. Once again today it would not disappoint me.

 

 

Soon after entering the cover I walked up a fat hen who made a hasty exit. A little while later Thicket "mishandled" a bird who also got a free pass. As we approached the end of the cover I thought our day was over but Thicket suddenly pointed just ahead of me and I walked in and flushed a small male . I was carrying "Colette" my 1st top lever Belgium hammergun who often seem like an extension of my body. Today was such a day. I dropped the right hammer and saw the bird fall in thick briers. Thicket made a nice find and short retrieve.

 

We pushed our way back up the ridge to the truck as the heat of the day settled in, satisfied with our one well handled bird.