Sometimes when it rains it pours, literally. Very heavy rains last week washed out a bridge to three good coverts. Rats! It's about a 30 mile ride to come in from the other end.

First off we hunted the “Bubble Up” named for a mountain spring that’s been the source of mix water for spirits while at the cabin for almost 40 years now. Rainwater is still draining and has overflowed the spring run in this pic.

Our Game Commission puts out pheasants for a short youth hunt at a nearby reverting strip mine area, and afterwards guys will work the fields incessantly for the survivors. Kind of like a free preserve deal. Yesterday there were 6 vehicles with dog boxes and some of the birds got pushed into the woods. Actually there were three hens here on the road but by the time I got the camera out of my game pouch, the last one was ready to book it into the laurels. Mostly “tame” birds this soon after release, we let 'em go.

Getting into one of my favorite coverts I call “Red Dog” because of the red ash from mining over 100 years ago. No birds yesterday.

Strange that leaves are mostly off in many areas but just a short distance away they’re still green as on these beeches.

Lefever A-Grade Skeet gun and a Fox Sterly. Both are good honest 20 bores and loaded with regular hunting loads. Just an aside, I've given up on factory so-called low pressure loads that while pleasant shooting on the clays course, are often low velocity and lack game killing penetration at moderate to longish ranges. I'm not trying to get anyone upset but I've just seen too many shallow wounds on "The King".
