Neither rain, nor wind, nor flash flood warnings could deter Doc and me from hunting on the final day of Sage Grouse season. The 45 degree temperature was comfortable for hunting although I did become a little chilled after the rain soaked through my water-resistant clothing.
Leaving the main road was a mistake and I turned around at the first opportunity. While the desert road was still passable in 4-wheel drive, another hour of rain and it wouldn’t be.
We hunted our way over to the Wapi lava flow and from there, hunted the edge of the lava field. At one point we had to cross a lava ridge and in doing so, Doc hit on something that scared the crap out of him.
He crossed a fissure and either heard, smelled, or saw something that scared him because he dropped to his belly, shaking in fear and staring at the fissure. I approached ready for anything, but didn’t see what was scaring him. I didn’t spend any time looking either but tugged Doc away from the fissure and we continued on.
We hunted a couple of hours without seeing anything and returned to the truck just as another hunter was arriving. After a break, we headed out again and hunted another hour before finding a lone sage hen.
Unlike last weekend, I dropped the young rooster with my first shot. This bird was about half the size of the one Mia retrieved and Doc didn’t have any trouble with it and in spite of the weather, a successful end to the short Sage Grouse season.