Finally got into the leg doctor and the MRI showed a tear on the inside of my achilles which wasn’t as bad and may fix itself. if it gets worse or doesn’t heal, surgery will follow after the season ends. He said the tears (several) in my calf muscle actually took the pressure off my achilles and prevented it from a complete tear. His advice to me was to stay off the hill for the rest of the season. The best thing about the whole visit was that he used to hunt chukars also. So at the end of our visit he said “you’re not going to pay attention to what I have told you, are you?” I replied, No.
Back doctor is Thursday and there is also nothing they can do except help me with the pain.
So after that I’m back on the mountain with the boys. Meanwhile this is what I’m having to deal with. I walk a road and watch Jake and Grady have fun. Jake’s the one taking his time looking for birds and Grady is the nut going mach 5 across the slopes. All is good until the Alpha says Grady is on point 180 yards up the hill.
I locate him and zoom in with the camera. I wait a few minutes and sure enough the Alpha now says Jake is on point. He is honoring Grady. I have no choice but to go to the point. I have the camera on for most of the time, just aiming it in the direction and hoping for good stuff. It doesn’t happen. I had 38 minutes of film approaching Grady and this is all that was worth showing. And it ain’t that good.
I couldn’t go straight up the slope because it hurt too bad, so I worked my way up the less steep stuff. Jake kept relocating as I got closer, but Grady held well. Much of the video was edited because it would make you dizzy. Also I had several falls and poor choices of words. But I left the sound in so you can hear what kind of a puss I have become. Chukar hunters are supposed to be tough. I’m the guy that breaks that rule.
Anyhow, the boys did a great job holding the huns. You can see half of the covey flushes and Grady starts to follow, but quickly realizes there are more birds and locks up again until I flush the remainder.
I figure if they are going to make me get off the road anyway, I just as well carry a gun. We’ll see as soon as this next cold spell of weather passes and the back doc does something for the back pain.
Enjoy my blundering behind some very good dogs.
Finished feeling sorry for myself. Just dogs and chukar stuff from here on.