So Sunday. Went to a spot for Doves/Quail. As was said by a friend who turned me on to that place, the Dove weren't there anymore.
My morning starts with after getting decoys set out on this certain special spot, as I'm waiting for legal shooting time... BOOP... skylined on the hill I'm looking towards while stuffed between two Junipers... Big Ol JackRabbit appears, out of shot-gun range. Didn't have a shot, so had to just remain silent in my hidey hole.
After like.. maybe 8:30a I called it that Doves for sure weren't there. So... I set about to moving over to a different part of the area where there is a bunch of Junipers, and doing sets for predators.
Wouldn't you know... first spot I plop down and play my "Pocket Prey" lil hand-held eCaller... within less than a minute a Coyote comes outta the Juniper too me perfectly.. then upon raising my shotgun and clicking off the safety he bolts at about 10-15yds away. My a$$ goes and blows it on the first shot (which was only Upland #6 Steel), then I didn't rack it well enough to eject that cartridge fully, so had to re-rack it and by then it was too late. (Was borrowing the 20ga that's my boys, lighter to carry, not as used to it)
I made several more sets, making sure to walk a ways apart from the last sit each time. Then returned back creepin thru the Juniper spotting Quails that I swear have rocket feet, each and every one of them.
Had some band-tail pigeons fly past. So I watched where they went off to and then headed that way. Saw em fly into the grass/prairie terrain then of course disappear. Decided to drive over to another spot not terribly far away. Did more calling then glassing, then just felt like it was time to call it so it wouldn't be soo late in the PM when I get home.
THEN... after I get home... our little one... (whose bunk-mate we lost last year at 15yo), a 15.5yo 4Lbs. Chihuahua, wasn't doing well.... and passed away... literally in my arms.
I'm supremely touched in my heart, because after replaying everything in my head, I'm convinced she waited for Daddy to get back home before she left. She waited for me!
Bye Little One. Daddy loves you.
(pic from the day we took her home)
(very recent pic)
My morning starts with after getting decoys set out on this certain special spot, as I'm waiting for legal shooting time... BOOP... skylined on the hill I'm looking towards while stuffed between two Junipers... Big Ol JackRabbit appears, out of shot-gun range. Didn't have a shot, so had to just remain silent in my hidey hole.
After like.. maybe 8:30a I called it that Doves for sure weren't there. So... I set about to moving over to a different part of the area where there is a bunch of Junipers, and doing sets for predators.
Wouldn't you know... first spot I plop down and play my "Pocket Prey" lil hand-held eCaller... within less than a minute a Coyote comes outta the Juniper too me perfectly.. then upon raising my shotgun and clicking off the safety he bolts at about 10-15yds away. My a$$ goes and blows it on the first shot (which was only Upland #6 Steel), then I didn't rack it well enough to eject that cartridge fully, so had to re-rack it and by then it was too late. (Was borrowing the 20ga that's my boys, lighter to carry, not as used to it)
I made several more sets, making sure to walk a ways apart from the last sit each time. Then returned back creepin thru the Juniper spotting Quails that I swear have rocket feet, each and every one of them.
Had some band-tail pigeons fly past. So I watched where they went off to and then headed that way. Saw em fly into the grass/prairie terrain then of course disappear. Decided to drive over to another spot not terribly far away. Did more calling then glassing, then just felt like it was time to call it so it wouldn't be soo late in the PM when I get home.
THEN... after I get home... our little one... (whose bunk-mate we lost last year at 15yo), a 15.5yo 4Lbs. Chihuahua, wasn't doing well.... and passed away... literally in my arms.
I'm supremely touched in my heart, because after replaying everything in my head, I'm convinced she waited for Daddy to get back home before she left. She waited for me!
Bye Little One. Daddy loves you.
(pic from the day we took her home)
(very recent pic)