I'm much too tired to write this cleverly, but here's the deal. Jon, Wes, and I (along with six dogs) left Kansas at 5:30pm on Friday evening. We drove straight through, all night long, to Carbon County, Montana. We arrived at 10:30am Saturday morning and put down Doc, Dottie, and Sage.
For those in the know, Carbon County is one of the few counties in Montana that hold a population of chukar partridge. It was a longshot, to say the least -- we called it our "Hail Mary" attempt at punching our Montana card for a new species of bird. In fact, none of us had ever shot a wild chuck anywhere. Hell, when Jon called the Montana FWP, they advised him not to waste his time searching for these crafty birds.
That, of course, was taken as a challenge.
And then, as any bird hunter knows, luck changes on a dime.
Dogs got birdy. Locked up. Relocated. Locked up again. Solid this time. Wes went in to flush Doc's find, and all hell erupted. Ten birds, probably. Three died. A fourth fell when Dottie pointed a single, her tenth upland bird species of her ten year career.