I went to the hills to yet again search for some chukar and managed to find someone to drag with me. So Ted, Cayenne and Ella all headed to the rimrock of the South Fork of the Boise to try and find a few of those hard to find chukar. Oddly enough we stumbled into a covey that obliged us and I came home with three. On top of that, it was a strikingly beautiful day. Hard to believe it is actually December. A bike ride in my shorts on Saturday and a chukar hunt in my t-shirt on Sunday, all in December. Hard to believe.
Shooting clay pigeons on the rimrock of the canyon. The South Fork is a gem of river, not even an hour from the front door of the house. Awesome.
Post-hunt beverage in a great location. If there was more sunlight, those trout at the bottom of the canyon would have been visited as well.
Although Ella is not the greatest hunting dog on the planet, she gives it a good effort.
Great sun-set out the backdoor of the house. I was grillin' the chukar and noticed the great light - had to snap a picture.
Shooting clay pigeons on the rimrock of the canyon. The South Fork is a gem of river, not even an hour from the front door of the house. Awesome.
Post-hunt beverage in a great location. If there was more sunlight, those trout at the bottom of the canyon would have been visited as well.
Although Ella is not the greatest hunting dog on the planet, she gives it a good effort.
Great sun-set out the backdoor of the house. I was grillin' the chukar and noticed the great light - had to snap a picture.
