El Jason
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Henry and I loaded up the Dodge for an overnight chukar hunt that will pretty much close out the season for us. I had planned to make a trip to a part of the state where I shot my very first chukar 20 years ago. It's one of those special and sentimental places, and I always enjoy going back there to hunt.
The morning started a little auspicously when I found a barfed up pair of undies in Henry's kennel. Then, he refused his breakfast which is about as common as the IRS telling you to take another month on your taxes, no worries. I was low on ammo, so I figured I could stop in Lewiston and find some. Wrong! I spent an hour in town and finally left with some cheap crap ammo. The store helper tried to sell me #8s until I politely told him hell no.
Finally, we're on the road again. We left the truck at 12:30 to a sunny afternoon of 48 degrees. I promptly realized I was overdressed, and I sweated my fanny off. Henry promptly busted a covey of chukars a 1/4 mile from the truck, then went on point again and busted those.
He went on point again, about 200 yards up the hill. He was able to hold this covey while I uffed and puffed my way up to him. I pinched the birds and quickly realized I was WAAY too close in to them. I emptied my gun and poked a lot of holes in the sky.
So went the day, I really struggled to find my lead with the ammo and missed about 10 shots in a row before connecting on my last four.
The morning started a little auspicously when I found a barfed up pair of undies in Henry's kennel. Then, he refused his breakfast which is about as common as the IRS telling you to take another month on your taxes, no worries. I was low on ammo, so I figured I could stop in Lewiston and find some. Wrong! I spent an hour in town and finally left with some cheap crap ammo. The store helper tried to sell me #8s until I politely told him hell no.
Finally, we're on the road again. We left the truck at 12:30 to a sunny afternoon of 48 degrees. I promptly realized I was overdressed, and I sweated my fanny off. Henry promptly busted a covey of chukars a 1/4 mile from the truck, then went on point again and busted those.
He went on point again, about 200 yards up the hill. He was able to hold this covey while I uffed and puffed my way up to him. I pinched the birds and quickly realized I was WAAY too close in to them. I emptied my gun and poked a lot of holes in the sky.
So went the day, I really struggled to find my lead with the ammo and missed about 10 shots in a row before connecting on my last four.