Replicant
Life of the Party
From a couple weeks ago. It was tough hunting, as the bird count was low and the weather was not always cooperative. Most nights dipped below freezing (Vesper and I are sleeping out of the back of the truck), and we had one morning of blizzard conditions. With that said, I still managed to get my bag limit of pheasant, and a bonus perdix perdix (Hungarian Partridge). The others in the group did not do so well. Two, only came up for two days and never fired a shot. It pays to have a dog that can lock those wily roosters down. The photo with just the one bird was kind of a proud moment for me. It was the only bird that I shot that Vesper didn't point. In fact it was my buddy's dog that pointed it across the draw we were walking. My buddy was too busy pulling goat heads out of his other dog's paw, so he didn't have a shot. The bird flushed, and I got it in one shot with a nice retrieve from his dog. I paced it out at just over fifty yards.
