stovepipe wrote: |
Several more hours and even more miles I’ve one option left and I’m about to pack it in. Time to hit the sand washes and look for tracks- that are usually going the wrong way and are cold. I find a vein of zillions of little toes that look like ant’s marching. I take it and see where it leads. It peters out and there’s nothing. I try some more calls but I’m getting no reply’s, it’s been quiet all day.
So I cruise the ridges of the banks of this wash in the thick stuff hoping to find a straggler. As I’m shimmying around and ducking the arm of a Joshua a quail flushes- and I’ve got the Benelli in my left hand, straddling a something or other and keeping balance with my right arm on the edge of this wash.
The bird flushes like a bolt and is 8’ up and a perfect straight-away and….my tiny little Benelli never misses those- ever. POP!, Down she goes, over the horizon and into the sand wash.
I fly out of the hole I’m in and over the side- no cripple here. She’s smack in the center, perfect recovery on a bed of soft sand. One bird, one shot, all day. Glad I made it count.
I can’t describe it- there’s something about taking a bird on the wing that’s doing 40 miles per hour at 15 or 20 yards, and, recovering it. It’s addicting. It’s a feeling like no other. I get it each and every time I hold a bird in my hand, feel it’s heft and it’s plumage, study it’s features and give thanks. And, they’re darn good eating too!
So- that’s it. 9 hours, lots of shoe leather, one bird. Was it worth it?
Yes. |
You're an amazing hunter Stovey. Besides that, your stories are just so much fun to read. You really should write a book. Most enjoyable. Was it worth the one bird? Most definitely. The tougher the hunt, the more memorable it is. Hope we get to read a few more stories this year.