Without anyone to wait up on, I accidently overslept an hour and a half. I mistakenly turned off the alarm instead of putting it on snooze. When I finally made it out I was stuck in traffic! On a weekend before 6am. Give me break. I made the drive and arrived over an hour past the start of legal shooting time for pheasants. I worked a field adjacent to thick natural vegetation. The field proved empty at least the area I was working. We made it back to the Rover and worked the natural vegetation. Kaiser would go on point and I walked up. Three Gambels quail would flush and I would miss badly despite the fact the bird looked as big as a softball in my mind. As I reloaded a couple more could flush out. We could not give chase as the area was too thick to ford through. For the life of me I can not hit Gambels. Granted I rarely go after them but every time I see one here I have always missed them. In fact I've never taken a Gambels and its starting to piss me off.
|Nice Point But These Are Not The Birds We Are Looking For|
Most of the day was spent driving around looking for fields to hunt. I finally found a few but none had even a hen within them. I did manage to find a few dove in the ditches. The first single I managed to take with one shot out of the IC barrel of the Merkel 147SL 12 gauge. The others I missed poorly and I began overthinking my shots. Swing through, pull away, constant lead, I tried them all and caused me to overthink very shot. Worst mistake.
|Running Out Of Time For the Day And For The Pheasant Season|
This outing unlike last week, I had more opportunities to take game. I even ran into another covey of Gambels in another area in the thick stuff. One bird flushed out of a tree and I put my bead on him and shot without continuing my swing. Missed with both shots. Gambels need not worry about this hunter apparently. Pathetic.