A "super chukar" trip has been on my mind for a few years now, but knowing that it's not exactly a dog-friendly hunt, I had been putting it off until my aging shorthair, Tucker, could no longer run and I would not feel guilty leaving him home. Well the other day I said to myself, "Screw it. Let's go in and climb some peaks and treat it as a scouting trip if nothing more. Maybe we'll get lucky and stumble into some birds..."
So Friday evening we hit the trail in Nevada's "Little Yosemite" or "Swiss Alps" and knocked off a couple miles in the fading light. As darkness descended, we came across a father & son from Vegas in search of the trophy bird as well. They kindly offered me a spot to pitch my tent next to theirs and we sat up talking bird hunting among other things late into the night.
The next morning we were all up before light and while they had decided to hunt that bowl, I wanted to move camp further in since I had a kitchen pass for the next couple of days and a desire to do some exploring.
We parted ways wishing each other luck and when I reached the top of that first pass I dropped the pack to scramble up the nearby peak and have a look around.
On the way up Tucker went on point and I started to get excited.
But all we found were fresh turds.
We bagged the summit and admired the spectacular views in every direction.