I just returned from two days in purgatory or heaven, whichever you call it. I’ve decided it largely depends on if you’re looking at it from the top or the bottom.
I tried
@Khunter ‘s recipe for success.
An old friend from college met me there. It was a special trip, as his dad was the one who first introduced me to this country and the chukar partridge 30 years ago.
Lots of elk.
I took the great equalizer, aka the ATV. Unfortunately, I found out I didn’t read the regulations very closely, and discovered the discriminators closed the gate a week ago.
I resorted to my own quads and started climbing. Finn had a good roll in the snow.
We found birds. LOTS of them. Unfortunately, they were like opening weekend antelope in terms of skittishness. We moved over 100 birds on this ridge, and I was damned lucky to end the day with a single bird.
It was a firm reminder of why they’ve earned the moniker “devil birds”. Spoor of the devil bird....
We drank a lot of beer and burned a lot of firewood. The next day we went to a different ridge. Results were much the same. From a dog training aspect, it was invaluable. The birds would not tolerate ANY pressure. Finn really gained a lot of cautious and steadiness. He had some awesome finds and points today. His retrieves were impeccable, as I’ve come to both expect and appreciate.
My buddy has a deposit down on a pup from Finn’s mom. He is super excited, and watching Finn work really got him stoked for next fall.
Heaven.
