Bob and I did get out and hut together at Anderson one morning, but we shotten no birds. Except the one fat greenie dropped in the thickest reeds in the whole world. I stomped around in there for a good chunk of the day with June, but wasn't able to find him. First bird lost in a long time, and it feels bad. Bob might have got a duck, but it was probably a hen widgeon. I guess he would have posted about it if it happened.
What follows are mostly a few snippets of bird watching with a shotgun.
Fur missile getting dummies
Drove out and watched the evening fly over a few blocks on Medicine Lake.
No action but a nice view.
Jumped a couple Buffleheads on Black. June got some practice and I got some delicious pan seared breasts. Mo got a house that smelled like fish for 10 hours.
Post walk.
Scouting turned into a quick evening hunt with zero birds seen.
June in between dummy retrieves.
She's guarding the pile of shotgun trash left behind by actual human trash.
Is this thing on? Dog in boat.
Can you use this in town?
Can you hit your car on the first shot?
Quail are surprising, pheasant are elusive, and Washington made me pay for three days to go hunt for a couple hours. Thanks Washington.
Looked promising, got out there, saw birds all day at 80 yards. So many greenies, so zero opportunities.
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