Dogs running big, then locking up solid.
The dash to get there in time, watching the dog to see just how close they are.
The explosion of the covey rise with the sound of old gates creaking, a pile of smoking shells at your feet, hopefully a bird or 2 for the dog to retrieve.
Sometimes the early season birds hold so tight that they get up at your feet, or sit there thinking they have you fooled.
Running GSPs in big country is what got me hooked on dogs/birds in the first place.
Zeke and I will be out there again tomorrow, only a couple more days left in the season.
Last edited by Backroads; 12/20/13.
