Breath Taking - 11,200 feet, East Humboldt’s, Nevada.

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

More Questions than Answers

Some days, specifically hunting days, I am left with more questions than I am answers…..

How is it that 5 days in a row I can get out of bed the exact same way, but on the sixth day my dogs know immediately before I am even fully dressed that we are going hunting?

How is it that an hour in the field only feels like fifteen minutes?

How is it that an experienced dog can smell the difference between a live bird and a dead bird?

How can you see a covey of birds land in the sage brush 75 yards in front of you, but 2 minutes later they can vanish as if all along they were just a figment of your imagination?

How can a dog on the very worst hunt still run with the same high energy and optimism for hours on end, even if we haven’t seen a bird all day?

Why does Spam and Eggs taste like the greatest breakfast that you have ever had when camped out in bird country?

Why does a cold cheap beer taste so much better after a day in the field?

Why do I sometimes still see chukar tracks in the snow when I close my eyes at night?

When dogs dream, do they dream of chukar hunting?

Is whiskey really as necessary as it seems around a camp fire?

How can a crippled bird with 2 ½ inches long legs give a long legged hunting dog a run for its money in a foot race?

Jay

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