Shortly thereafter the silence was broken again by another blast that put another bird in a vest's pouch.
I ventured off on my own and worked a section that last year held birds. I thought I covered the area thoroughly but as I was leaving a fellow hunter was entering with his dog. The next thing I hear is two shots ring out. The person said he missed the bird. I can't say that I believed him but I started back toward the area I last saw my brother in law. As I turn a bend in the path, I see my brother in law grinning......yes I know you got a bird by the stupid grin.
|I removed the feathers for the benefit of the squeamish.|
We walked for another 30 minutes until it was time for my brother in law's friend to leave to bring his dog to the vet. I got the word later in the day that the dog was joining us next week. I am looking forward to having the dog joining us for our walk in the woods.
I made my way back home and drove by one of the ponds that is within Harold Parker. I didn't want to go home without having felt like getting up early was worthwhile. The beauty of the pond tugged me over to the side of the road.
|The Largemouth couldn't resist.|
I made a couple of more casts and was amazed when a blugill took the Rapala.
I felt a little better and headed home......................