dennishoddy
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Started out the day hunting pheasants behind Gunner, my Britt. We walked out a quarter section in loops, getting up several hens. Finally got a good point on a Rooster, dropping him into the flooded field. Walked out the final loop, and decided to not cross the creek as it looked too deep, but Gunner went across, and in one clump of brush got up a nice covey of quail, and three roosters. Too far for a good shot, so I just stood there, and kicked my lazy butt for not getting across the creek. On the way back, he got kind of jumpy, which I though was odd, so took off at a run to see what was going on. Almost ran right up on a badger that was in a very angry mood. At three yards, the Sweet 16 took all of the angry out of him.
As the afternoon went on, we hit a couple of other places with no results, so Gunner went to the dog box for a well deserved rest, and I went to the deer blind.
Some does came out right at last legal shooting light, so I took the biggest. 117lbs. Nice and fat. She was a chore getting out.
As the afternoon went on, we hit a couple of other places with no results, so Gunner went to the dog box for a well deserved rest, and I went to the deer blind.
Some does came out right at last legal shooting light, so I took the biggest. 117lbs. Nice and fat. She was a chore getting out.
Everyone knows badgers are assholes.
