A good time was had by all, and some quick action with wire cutters saved the day from being a tragedy. One of the dogs got snared around the neck less than 100 yards from the truck. We were just behind it and saw the orange warning tape in the tree about the same time the dog got snared. We found another snare later in the day and rolled it up in the tree it was attached to so no other dogs could get snared. My friends dogs have had training to heal if they get snared and it worked to the extent that the dog did not freak out and make things worse. Trapping has its place but we could not help but think that the placement of these snares in this particular area was less than good judgement.


Anyway after that drama was over and crisis averted we got down to business. The dogs were sporty and conditions were excellent. My friends used 16 gauge Sterlngworths while I opted for a Winchester 21 that I had been wanting to use. It's an early one from 1933 with 26 inch tubes and factory chokes of Cylinder and Modified which are just about perfect for woodcock in my opinion. To add a little nostalgia to the day I used a vintage box of Federal paper shells in 8 shot. The aroma was like the scent of perfume from some long ago girlfriend.
The cover is a pain to navigate but consistently produces.

The day started out a snappy 24 degrees but was above 50 when we finished.


We always finish with a toast to Hubertus, the patron saint of hunting and woodsmen. This time it was a salted caramel whiskey called Bird Dog LOL!!
