Funny, I started this blog three years ago, as my personal hunting journal. Prior to starting this, I had hunted at least 30 days of the 90 (or 120 if you count the early mountain quail season) bird hunting season. Since starting this blog though, those days dwindled to pathetic numbers, as seen by the number of actual hunting posts within this blog. I hope to rectify that this year although, I don't think I'll be getting to the 30 days from the past, I certainly hope the hunting posts do increase this year.
The old man and I decided to take a day and half hunting trip to my usual locations. We left here around 10am so that I could bypass all the downtown LA traffic. We made good time as I decided to drive around LA, although it was longer in distance, the lack of traffic saved us much in headaches and time. While reaching one of my honey holes, I noticed all the dirt roads that allowed access were now posted with "No Trespass" signs. Great. The only way to reach my spots legally, is to park on top of the mountain traverse ascend toward the public lands. Well having forgotten our sandwiches in the car, not having breakfast, and not being in hunting shape, and the combination of higher altitude air, I quickly gave up this idea after about a half of a mile in. We headed back to the Rover and I decided to hit another not as "honey" but good enough hunting hole.
The drive to this area from the honey hole is not far. We made it to to Joel's Spring and parked as we ate our sandwiches to fuel up. Within the first 10 minutes of the hunt Kaiser and I were on birds. A covey of about five flushed wild in a an area that kaiser was working. On my first shot, I managed to hit a female valley quail with my 20 gauge size 6 B&P F2 ammo out of my IC barrel of my Merkel 47e. She fell out of the sky like a sack of potatoes. Although some consider it too big, I've decided to start using size 6 shot for quail. By using it, I cripple less birds and most die immediately making the birds easy to find for the dog. I can then spend less time searching for a downed bird and more time actually hunting. Also if I run into chuckars, I will not feel undergunned. For the rest of the day we were finding singles or pairs. No big conveys. Most of these birds were smart, holding tight, and flushing behind a tree or other obstacle so making it impossible for a shot. We came home with only one bird this evening hunt. While driving out, as the sun was making its last appearance of the day, a covey of 15 quail flushed in front of the road toward the safety of their roasting area for the night. We made no attempt to go after them as we had only a minutes of light left. We headed to town for a nice hot Italian meal before we headed to out motel to rest up for tomorrow.
I always check the crops of the birds I take. Looks like this gal was feasting on Junipers.