It's that time year. Time to uncase the guns of fall.
A slight rain the night before cut the dust of late summer to a minimum and gave the dogs perfect scent conditions. Up the draw with the wind to their nose, they quivered with excitement, barking here and there in the inability to contain their anticipation. For them, it's go time.
Like reading a stream, each draw we ran through on our brief morning hunt had its sweet spot. From experience and intuition, we knew there would be action.
Scatterguns loaded with 7 and 8's were all we needed. Rex the German Shorthair and the crazy Lab Murphy cleaned up what we brought down.
What a glorious fall morning.