No birds were harmed during Friday’s hunt, though it was no fault of Doc and Mia.
With the temperature in the mid-teens and a light wind, the guys were invigorated and hit the ground running. We hunted both duck and Pheasant, and unlike the Pheasants that are planted at the Wildlife Management Areas, these birds are smart and very wild.
We had just started out when I heard a Pheasant cackling, so we went after it. Mia was working her way towards it and bumped it out of range. She would later kick up a big rooster in heavy brush, but I was unable to get a shot at it.
I did get several shots at ducks we that jumped along the shoreline but missed them. Other ducks that we jumped were either out of range, or trees and brush prevented a clean shot. But such are the joys and frustrations of hunting.
We also encountered a number of deer throughout the morning but after a short chase, the guys were contented to simply watch them.