Original Post Date: 10/23/2014
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I have to admit I've got a bit of a tear in my eye as I write this weeks trip report. Sammy and I headed North on what was billed as a grouse and bow hunting trip. Lately we have been noticing signs of ageing on Sammy. The once bright eyes are a little dimmer, the once fluid gait is a little stiffer, and her muzzle is slowly turning grey. Seeing this, I planned a trip North, just a man and his dog sharing what men and dogs have done thru the years. Not that she is on her death bed or anything, but the signs are there, her hunting days are coming to an end. When I took the shotgun from the case, you could see the brightness return to her eyes as she danced around me squeling with excitement. We had barely hit the grouse patch when she became birdy and it wasn't long before a nice grouse came bursting out of the brush. Unfortunately I wasn't able to hold up my part of the deal. Guess who else is slowing down. I did take her back to the spot he flushed from so she could breathe in the fresh scent. We moved on and flushed another one which was out of range and prevented me from embarrassing myself again. Later we flushed a woodcock which I wasn't licensed to shoot. We headed back to the cabin to share a little quality time napping together before I headed to my bow stand. Saw three does off the stand, but no horns. I think its a little early for the bucks to be moving. The old saying time goes fast when you're having fun originated at Camp Weasel. It was time to head home before Sammy and I could even get napped out. All in all a great trip with no adgenda and everything on it accomplished. Did get the compost toilet cleaned out in anticipation of the upcoming rut hunt and definitely spent some quality time with my dog. Until next time life is good and its especially good if you are a weasel.