With the grouse season opening next weekend, I figured we needed a little tuning up, but the temps and humidity have been nasty around here for most of August. This morning, though, the temperatures dropped into the mid-40s, so we headed out to the county forest.
Fergus pointed a woodcock about 50 yards into the cover, and Jenkins backed. I stood and watched the tableau for a half a minute or so. A good point is better than a strong cup of black coffee for stirring me up. I had a great look at it when I flushed it, which always happens in the pre-season. The dogs were birdy halfway through the covert, and a grouse busted out of a tree about ten feet up. That really jacked us all up, like a double espresso. Overall, it was pretty quiet, though, as I expected more woodcock.
Can't wait for next weekend. Now, I need another coffee.