I didn’t plan on taking Doc hunting today, instead I took Dakota out to stretch her legs and scout for partridge. But after hunting about an hour and flushing a number of mourning doves in singles, pairs and flocks, I decided that after hunting with Dakota I’d get Doc and bring him back to hunt doves. I didn’t shoot at any of the doves although many would have been easy shots, rather, I decided to hold off and shoot them for Doc.
However another hunter pulled in so I cut Dakota’s hunt short, took her home and got Doc. That took about an hour and by the time I returned with Doc, the doves had scattered. We began with a false start when Doc began sniffing, lost sight of me, and ran back to the truck. We flushed several doves that I could have shot, but I didn’t want to introduce Doc to the shotgun by shooting on top of him. After that when we came to junipers or tall sage brush that was likely to have doves, I “whoa’d” Doc and then go on ahead so that when I shot, I would be farther from Doc and he would connect the shooting with the birds. It was a good plan but I never got a chance to pull the trigger.
For Doc it was a three hour walk in strange country with a lot of interesting smells; I’ll take Mia with him the next time so she can show him what hunting is all about.