Personal And Sporting Arms

Stories and other lies (as told by me!) 2


"Just One of Those Days"

~as told by "BlkPheznt"


It was not going to be a very pretty day afield. Last night Dave and I checked the weather, and the weatherman said it would be chilly, and brisk. We thought that this would be do-able, but the weatherman made no mention of a driving freezing drizzle! Never trust a non-hunting weatherman!!

In the morning, I went next door to Dave's to see what he thought of our "chilly,brisk" morning. After a couple of cups of coffee, and letting the "girls" out of the kennel to stretch their legs,we decided that if we didn't go hunting this morning those poor birds would probably get lonely. So we packed up the gear, loaded the "girls" up in the back, and off we headed.

It was not as quick of a trip as it normally was, due to the freezing drizzle on the road, and the windsheild. It also was not as bad as it could have been, because we only saw two cars that had slid off of the road, and they hadn't made it all the way into the ditches! After we arrived, it was time to seriously wonder why we had made the trip in the first place.......(Oh yeah, that's right........the "lonely birds")!!

Well we sat for awhile and hoped the drizzle would let up, but to no avail. So, being the brave hearted souls that we were (aka. IDIOTS) , we jumped to unloading the gear, and the "girls", and to make the most of an uncomfortable day in the field.

Damey and Cocoa (the girls), looked around and started to rooting the ground with those talented noses,stopped, and looked at us like they were trying to figure out why we had come also. They were working as hard as always, but with everything being covered by a layer of frozen drizzle, the birds had been sitting tight, and leaving no scent for the girls to pick up on.

As the day progressed, it was obvious that we were not going to have very good, if any, luck at kicking anything up. But as always, it was just a pleasure to watch those two noses working so hard to please their masters. After about 3 hours of hitting all of our normally fruitful areas, we decided we should just call it a day, and return to the warmth of the truck, and a slow drive back home.

By this time we were totally drenched,frozen, and miserable from the cold. We headed back towards the truck, but not as fast as I would have liked. I am sure the girls were frozen and uncomfortable too, but they didn't have any quit in them, so they kept working all the way. They didn't leave a square inch of ground unchecked, because as always, they wanted to please us.

As we reached the last cornfield, and could see the truck up ahead, we figured the day was all but a done deal. WRONG!!! Damey and Cocoa were really working this one row of corn hard. You could hear them snorting the ground like a hog eating cinders! ALL OF A SUDDEN, they went to running about as fast as they could,with their tails a'waggin and their noses a'snortin, all intent on doing their jobs. Each of them was on either side of this corn row, and keeping perfect pace with one another. Dave and I watched intently, as we hadn't seen any sign of them picking up scent all morning. At this point what happened looked like a comedy. Here they are going as fast as possible, noses to the ground, and all at once they both tried to stop and go on point. I say tried to stop, because the freezing drizzle made it pretty hard to even walk in this cornfield, let alone run, and stop on a dime. Well I am here to tell You that the bodies of those two dogs kept going about 6 - 7 feet after their legs quit moving, yet their noses never left the location of the scent. When they finally "locked-up" , their bodies were headed North, and their noses were headed South! Almost broke both of them in two (remember.....it is cold out!) After finally coming to a halt, they both very gingerly crept to within 3 feet of the same spot, and went on final "lockup". Now by this time Dave and I are about to die laughing, but know there must be something there, or else they would have kept on going. I told Dave to get ready, and I would try to flush out whatever was there. I saw absolutely nothing but a bare cornfield, but stomped at the base of one cornstalk that both of the girls were pointing at. Out flew a beautiful,cackling monster of a cock pheasant, and I watched as Dave did a number on him. The girls went and brought it back to Dave, and we finished our trip back to the truck without further ado.

After loading up the gear,bragging up the girls, and finally kenneling them up, we headed for (yep.......You guessed it!) our favorite Hardees and warmed up with a nice big cup of coffee, and treated the girls to a well deserved, and hard earned burger, for a job well done.

As seems inevitable, anyone we tell this story to just doesn't seem to find the truth in it. But as I told You at the start of these stories, Our lies are just true stories, that most hunters wouldn't believe unless they had been hunting with us!!!


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