Thread: Game bird diary for all

The old girls scones aren't that great to be honest.Let me know next time will do a smoke fish for ya .

Originally Posted by Chris

The old girls scones aren't that great to be honest.Let me know next time will do a smoke fish for ya .

Sure. Thanks for the offer.

Today dawned clear after rain during the night...Harry and I were off to the river...he with the Beretta today...team leader Dionee...

Early on in the piece she put up a rooster...bird away...going upstream she got onto some tantalizing scent beds but birds well gone...we encountered another shooter and spent sometime discussing the gamebird schedule with him as in taking the Spoonbill off the schedule, reducing mallard bags (for our region) and putting the teal back on the schedule...we were all in accord on that!!



Then on the way back downstream, Dionee went on point on the edge of huge bramble bush...out of its midst rose a very nice covey of Californian quail, one of which Harry shot.

We had had a five hour sojourn; getting back to the carpark and once Dionee was settled and comfortable we opened the thermi and whilst drinking coffee, we heard a rooster calling only some few hundred metres from the car park...!!!!

Mint picture Eeebees

Thank you...Harry took that one, Dundee...

Well done Harry Great shot!

Had to head back East to repair a hole in a roof... Couldn't stay long but managed to squeeze in an hour or two of hunting yesterday morning.

Brisk morning, strong winds, overcast, an eerie light illuminating Young Nicks Head. Gizzy in winter. Being short on time I picked a favourite ground I used to run my dogs on a lot, one that has historically been a pretty low bird numbered area. More for the nostalgia, good memories of friends, and dogs, gone by. Walking through those dry eastern fields brings back strange feelings. I would have thought I'd be happy to roam these places again but instead it brought a mix of regret and perhaps anger, maybe frustration. Even on such a fierce day Tairawhiti is resplendent in her raw beauty. Why did I leave ever this place?



The mill paddock cock. I used to run my dogs here because it was relatively barren, save for a few 'training' hares to add some distraction. Then last summer this fella moved in. Wise in his solitude, he gave Enzo the slip at least twice. I took delight in arranging his demise with Betty yesterday morn. The wind kept lifting his tail for the photo, dog trying to rearrange it. Speaking of dog, the ears have fallen off so I'll give her a rest for a bit and go back to basics, like recalling when I bloody well say so...



This picture above shows the background better. I do miss this place

Good stuff Pointer. Love your write ups. Could have gone to tok bay too! cunty docs changed appointment times!

Nice bird I wasn't going to say nice C**k as shit would fly

Lovely write up Mate, I was not aware though that pointers actually have ears that work, decoration only I thought

Thanks fellas

Originally Posted by mikee

Lovely write up Mate, I was not aware though that pointers actually have ears that work, decoration only I thought

Thing is, she is a very compliant wee thing. I suspect it was my mood that day that had an overall affect on our performance, more my attitude than any disobedience on her behalf. I have to rememeber the golden rule of always looking at ones self when addressing dog issues...

Originally Posted by Pointer

I have to rememeber the golden rule of always looking at ones self when addressing dog issues...

Pointer I must introduce you to our Great Dane some day. One word from me and it does what it bloody well wants. Biggest waste of space in creation.

As long as it brings you joy Rushy

Cool post mate

Excellent reports guys.