My dad and I just had a great morning today hunting with my young dog. He was really good today, hunted close and searched every inch of cover. It was awesome to watch. It was damp with no wind so his points were very close. We put 3 cockbirds in the bag. Two were shot by me and the other flushed right into my dog and he just brought it back to me, son I rang its neck and gave it to my dad. One of the birds I winged and it went into the woods and ran. Quade ran it down, disappearing into the hollow and returning a minute later with the bird!
Besides the good dog work, I was happy with my shooting. I missed the very first bird pointed when it flushed straight at me and I mistakenly tried to "aim." After that I just followed the birds with my eyes, brought the gun up and fired. I think I'm starting to get my form back, knock on wood. We even were surprised by a woodcock flush, first time we'd ever seen one on this farm. I got the gun up a second too late. Just a real fun morning shared with my dad.