Went by myself. Moved fourteen different coveys, 12 pointed, 3 flushed. One six hour walk in the thick cover and a few inches of snow.. Me and my old dog Red both needed aspirin when we got back to the truck. Red will turn nine next month.
I hunted in a teeshirt. Sunny, cold, and not much wind.
Hunted on the North side of the Salt Fork of the Red River.
Jazzy, thirteen months, had a good day. She found and pointed several coveys. And she even twice tracked coveys for seventy five yards or so, one downwind, without flushing either one.
Jazzy has the point (on the left). Red is backing:
Red and Jazzy crossing a creek.
Red is pointing a wounded bird. If you look closely you can see her:
I was hunting the breaks North of the river, pretty hard on an old man:
Jazzy did manage to find a covey out in the creek bottom:
