Fritz the Wonder Dog and I just returned from three days in pursuit of wily upland birds. We were hunting in Eastern Oregon near Condon and Heppner. By my calculations, I hiked about 16 miles down canyon then up and over and along ridge tops. Mornings near freezing, afternoons near 70°.
Another landscape photo, and my cousin Norm with his Chesapeake Bay retriever.
It was tough going, and tougher for Fritz. My guess is he ran 3 miles for every one of mine. Although we hunted hard, we only found three chukkars, and of course I missed. I forgot the old adage that the first time you hunt chukkars, it’s for the sport. Every time thereafter, it’s for revenge.
On the third day, coming through a wooded area, we did find a nice plump ruffed grouse that will become tomorrow nights dinner.
Another landscape photo, and my cousin Norm with his Chesapeake Bay retriever.
It was tough going, and tougher for Fritz. My guess is he ran 3 miles for every one of mine. Although we hunted hard, we only found three chukkars, and of course I missed. I forgot the old adage that the first time you hunt chukkars, it’s for the sport. Every time thereafter, it’s for revenge.
On the third day, coming through a wooded area, we did find a nice plump ruffed grouse that will become tomorrow nights dinner.