Dec 17, 2010

Dad told me we were going hunting again, this was great news to me, I was more then ready. My brothers weren't to happy as they were going to be left home again. We were looking for grouse and then huns, what ever they are, but I was ready to go. We drove up the road across from the house and up to a locked gate, dad has permission to hunt here so he parked the truck, gathered up his gear and we headed out . The first part is in heavy timber, so I started looking for grouse, I covered both sides of the road and down into the timber. Soon I was out in the open, the wind was blowing from the south and I had the whole area to check. I started casting back and forth in front of dad, a couple of time I stopped , thinking I had scented the birds. I worked the flat out and started to work out the steep slope to the west. I could tell dad was having a hard time, the ground was frozen and frost covered the trails, but he was trying to keep up with me. I got to hunting and soon I was out of sight of dad

I could hear him whistle for me but I was running free, I felt bad about doing it but I just kept on going.

Soon I looked around and couldn't see him or hear him, I sure hope he isn't lost. I ran back up the steep slope to where I last saw him, picked up his scent and found him over the top of the ridge sitting on a rock, he was just trying to scare me. Maybe I need to stay a little closer, you know he is getting old. We walked back toward the truck, dad had me at heal, I think he was upset at getting lost... Again no birds were found but I sure enjoyed the outing, so did dad.