A little comedy

Greg and I finally made our trip down into the deep Owyhee’s. The trip in was a little cooler than expected, -1 at the summit, but the sun shining where we started our hunt made the 13 degree temperature not seem so bad.

We parked the rig and let the dogs out. Greg had his GSP Elsa, and of course I had my two knotheads. As we were putting our vests on and gearing up I saw what I thought was four dogs run down the two track road past us. We quickly realized that it was a jack rabbit and three dogs running down our truck tracks through the snow. We hadn’t put their collars on yet, but assumed they would finally give up the chase and return to the truck. Jake was back in short order but the two young dogs were still out there.

Jake was standing by the truck and back came the rabbit. He slowed down a little as he past by as to encourage Jake to chase, which he did. But only for about fifty yards and turned back to us. A couple of minutes late the two younger dogs showed up and looked at Greg and I like, “where’d that silly rabbit go.” We laughed a little and collared up the dogs and went our separate ways in search of chukars.

I got back to the truck first and saw Greg walking the two track towards the truck so I saved him a couple hundred yards by picking him up. We loaded the dogs and headed back down the road. As we approached the spot I had previously parked, a jack rabbit walked out and stood in our tracks. He calmly watched as we drove near and then hopped off the road and watched us drive by. He almost looked like he was searching for his play buddies. I thought I saw Elsa peek over the window and give him the bird.

In between all that, we did a lot of walking and hunting. There was about 8 inches of snow where we started and as we lost elevation and got on some of the steeper southern slopes we found the bare ground and the birds. I’d like to tell you that I brought a limit back up that mountain, but my vest was light with one chukar. But it wasn’t for a lack of birds. Dog work was a little suspect and my achilles wouldn’t let me go down much further to chase those busted birds. On an earlier year I would’ve spent a lot of shells on that hill.

So, for those wondering, the Owyhee’s are a thumbs up for this guy, and there is a lot of country in the Owyhees.

Good luck.

Published by jakeandgrady

Hunting has been a favorite past time for me for 55 years but the last twenty five years I have been consumed by chukar hunting and more specifically chukar hunting with fantastic dogs. In this blog I hope to pass on any information I can about chukar hunting but more than anything I want to showcase what will probably be my last two chukar dogs, Jake and Grady. I am 70 years old, Jake is 8 and Grady is 3 and I'm hoping to stay on the chukar mountain until I am 80 when Grady will be fetching my final chukars.

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