Woody came up to the small mountain property today and pointed a Wilson's snipe along the small stream that borders the back side. It was a sight-point, I think, but he does have a good nose.
He's a doofus, but he likes birds and stretching his legs. The boy Can Run!! He's a real dichotomy. On one hand he goes like a charging cape buffalo, and on the other the funniest things startle him, and he jumps into your arms.
He needs to get out a lot more than I am able and probably needs a better human hunting companion. I'm getting too stoved-up anymore. He loves people and has no mean bone in his big strong body.
