Sunday I took Doc and Mia to an area locals call “duck point”, which are bluffs overlooking the river that ducks and geese use as a flyway. I also found a practical use of the “whoa” command.
I met a couple of hunters who were leaving, and they told me a little about the area, how to hunt it, and how the flocks were flying that day.
Not long after positioning ourselves under a cedar tree, a large flock of ducks flew overhead, fighting the heavy wind. They were right at gun range and I deliberated all the time they were approaching before finally passing up the shot. The flock continued on and drew some fire from the duck blinds behind me, but nothing fell.
Sitting and waiting is definitely NOT Mia or Doc’s idea of hunting, however I rewarded their patience with a 5-minute run about every 20 minutes, as long as nothing was flying.
After lunch I decided to scout the area, give the dogs a run, and hopefully run into some partridge since not much was flying. Mia did bump a covey but they were out of range, but given the 30-plus mile per hour winds, I couldn’t fault her. I saw where the covey landed and we went after them. Mia went on point with Doc honored nicely; however the birds having, already been spooked, flushed before I could get close enough for a good shot although I did take a long shot and miss.
During our venture, I found a practical application of the “whoa” command. When I saw an approaching flock, I’d whoa Doc and Mia so that their movement wouldn’t frighten the birds. It seemed to work, we were just never in the right place at the right time for a shot.