After an unseasonably warm November in the Phoenix area it finally cooled off enough to chase some quail. My shorthair Gus is pushing 11 and probably doesn't have many hunting years left on the clock so I'm hoping to get him out 3 or 4 times this season.
Saturday morning was windy by Phoenix standards which made locating coveys by ear difficult. We didn't turn up any coveys working into the wind but ran into 4 on the way back to the truck. Unfortunately Gus didn't get any good points due to the spooky birds and uncooperative wind but made some great retrieves. We ended up with 4 Gamble's quail and one morning dove.
Gus has been pretty foot sore as he lost one of his boots after the first 1/4 mile, that decomposed granite gravel is hard on paws.
Funny side story, I set my vest and other gear down in the kitchen and went to get something else out of the truck. Back inside I couldn't find our Jack Russell/Maltese, I called for him and he comes out of his kennel with this big ole bird in his mouth. I imagine he was thinking, "I don't know what to do with this thing but it's mine dad!"
Saturday morning was windy by Phoenix standards which made locating coveys by ear difficult. We didn't turn up any coveys working into the wind but ran into 4 on the way back to the truck. Unfortunately Gus didn't get any good points due to the spooky birds and uncooperative wind but made some great retrieves. We ended up with 4 Gamble's quail and one morning dove.
Gus has been pretty foot sore as he lost one of his boots after the first 1/4 mile, that decomposed granite gravel is hard on paws.
Funny side story, I set my vest and other gear down in the kitchen and went to get something else out of the truck. Back inside I couldn't find our Jack Russell/Maltese, I called for him and he comes out of his kennel with this big ole bird in his mouth. I imagine he was thinking, "I don't know what to do with this thing but it's mine dad!"
