
January Hunt with my Brother
By Karl DeHart
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Finally, my brother made it up to
First hunt with Jason Talbot in the Owyhee Mountains
Faron arrived on a Thursday night so we had a good chance on
Friday of hitting birds that weren’t spooked during the week and avoiding the
weekend crowds. I picked a more popular
spot in the
that
no one had hunted the area
during
the week. A couple weeks earlier I had
pushed the spot we would start at on a Sunday and although I didn’t get into
any birds the area was scattered with bird tracks and droppings. Unfortunately it was also scattered with
human track and shell casings from lazy individuals that can’t pick up their
litter. But in one way that is ok, it
just tells me that there was some decent shooting to be had in the area and
might be worth going back to during the week sometime…we were doing just that.
We met Jason early that morning and headed out. I brought a couple pigeons to work Baron on before we headed out to the real stuff. Once we reached our first hunting spot I set a pigeon out with its wings tied-up and had a second one in my vest. With Faron and Jason as gunners I worked Baron across the scent cone about 20 yards out and he immediately did a 90 degree turn and worked in another 20 feet and stopped on a great point. I turned to my brother and had to confirm that I was right about Baron’s potential and the proof was in front of us…I’m not sure if he was buying it yet. But Baron held his point as I took a couple steps back behind him to toss the live bird over his head. When the gunners were ready on each side I took the pigeon and tossed it low and in front of the pups head. As it passed by and took a flight low to the right Faron took a clean shot and Baron retrieved the bird. I was pretty happy with his performance and looked forward to possibly shooting some wild birds over him in the next couple days.
I have to take a moment here to tell Ryan he should
notice that both his uncles can shoot training pigeons…don’t worry you’ll get
there some day!
We finished up with Baron’s “get him excited” training and we were ready to move on to the hunt. We fanned out across the slope with Jason on the top edge, me in the middle and Faron down low. We hiked for almost 2 hours without seeing anything we could shoot at…in fact I never even saw Z get really birdie. Although Baron did flush a couple sage-grouse up on the flats for Jason but those were the only birds we saw. Baron and Z were working hard and covering lots of ground and we didn’t even see any wild flushes. We covered some great looking country. Unfortunately we did find human tracks and I think they were from the last day or two so the birds may have been pushed out. We made it back to the truck with nothing eventful happening. With 2 or more hunters, after pushing great cover and not finding anything you inevitable have some comment like, “that’s why they call it hunting and not killing”.
We
weren’t discouraged though. It was a
gorgeous day so far and we had more than half a day left
for
hunting and I knew if we picked the right hill we would find some birds. And we did just that. In fact all we did was cross the valley and
head to the big hill to our North. We
could make out some old 2-track covered by snow which no one had driven up
since the last snow…promising. We drove
about halfway up the hill and parked.
The terrain was steep hillside, with rim rock and a
Now it was Faron’s turn at the gun. Faron was at the low end of our sweep around the face and got into a couple unexpected flushes. The dogs were up higher and Faron had to try to move fast with these unannounced flushes. He got off his shots but to no avail. As I watched from above I smiled, at least he was getting some shooting in. I have to give him credit, he was having some trouble with his 20-pump and given the issues he was dealing with it was a wonder he was getting some shots off.
We swung around to the far side of the
We pushed on to the flats up top. Faron took the edge of the rim I was in the
middle with Jason pushing the middle area of the mesa. At this point I get to hear in relatively
short order listen to Jason and then Faron popping off shots. I don’t see what goes down in either
situation but Faron starts to look for a downed bird. YES!
Faron finds his first
In another 200 yards I got a point from Z. It was one of those classic moments when you
watch your pup go out-of-sight over a ridgeline and when they haven’t returned
you now she is on point. I crested the
ridge to look down over some
small
rim rock to see Z standing tall on point.
I move in on the birds and a nice covey of chukar busts not too far from
her. The bird tumbles to the ground,
dead before it hits and Z quickly locates and retrieves the bird to hand…God I
love my dog!!
I send Z off to find more birds and toss the chukar back down into a bush. Faron and Baron moved up to the area with the pup still racing and excited from the recent shooting. I watch as Baron moves in from downwind and again catches the scent of the chukar in the bush. I encourage him to find the bird and I’m expecting that he will move in for the retrieve but to my surprise he locks up on the bird! This was awesome. The best part of the whole thing was that he held point even with me moving about and yelling for Faron to come up and check his pup out. I was very happy to see the progression as Baron figured out the rules to the game.
Baron’s Pads
About halfway into our hunt we stop at a nice overlook for some photos and to chat. Looking at the blood-stained paw prints in the snow I knew Baron’s feet were getting worse. Faron took another look and the look of concern brought me over to inspect Barons pads too. They were shot! It had been a long while since I had seen pads this bad. He had gone from slightly scraped to really bad in very short order. Unfortunately this meant that Barons hunting weekend was over. Next season…

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