This was Boogy's first hunt and we were a little worried about him maybe being gun shy. A hard fear to break, I was a bit nervous going out there with him. I've got him trained to run to my side when we're defending the yard from house eating squirrels or starlings with the air rifle, but shotguns are much louder.
And then there was the whole house dog laziness issue we had to contend with.
First order of the day was to look a flight patterns and try to sit where the birds were coming in. Hard to find spots when every person that hunts in Knox county converged on the fields. It was unbelievable to see and hear the number of shotguns.
We eventually settled on a thin line of trees bordering the large main fields and a back field where some guy was using a "roto dove" decoy.
An hour or so in...Ahh smell of cordite and a little blood means things are going well. We held our own against the onslaught for a few hours.
Dove hunting is mostly waiting followed by intense sessions of biological bombardment which inevitably involve a few "Kevlar" birds and lots of laughing.
Boogy soon learned where all the fetch fodder came from. We also found out that he is definitely not gun shy...falling asleep once between volleys.
"Comon you guys could have shot that..."
On the retrieve.
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