The morning started fast—two wild flushes in the first five minutes, and the action kept building from there. Tasha locked up on several nice points, and I managed to connect on a couple while missing only a few early opportunities. Around the halfway point of our loop, she went on point about ten yards off the trail. As I closed in, birds erupted everywhere—most out of range or obscured by trees. We moved six or seven from that single spot but came away empty-handed.
At the three-quarter mark, Tasha veered off onto an overgrown path that once led to a deer stand. Her hearing isn't what it used to be, so when she reached 125 yards out, I went after her. By the time I caught up, she'd already locked on point. I took the first bird, but two more flushed at the shot and I missed both. As we headed back to the truck, she was still moving strong, but it felt like the right time to end her hunt on a high note.
Peach got the next rotation. This spot had been my go-to for years, though the aging cover meant it hadn't been as productive lately. Still, I thought it would be a good test for her. She started well with a grouse point followed by a woodcock, though neither bird offered a shooting opportunity. After that, things went quiet—no more birds moved, and she didn't show much interest. Around the forty-minute mark, her breathing became labored and heavy. We sat down to rest, then I leashed her and walked her slowly back to the truck. After some water and recovery time, she seemed improved. By evening, she was back to her normal self.
If everything goes according to plan, Sweep will get his turn tomorrow.
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