The tall native grass just goes and goes. At times you lose the dogs because it's so dense and thick and the only way you can located them is to watch for the serpentine movement of grass that indicates their movement.
Our labs work the cover nose down, searching for scent trails that indicate their quarry. You dont get to watch the dogs as well and notice their body language, so the flushed ditch parrots rocket up and scare you without prior indication.
Makes the ticker really go pitter patter.
We might walk 2 miles of the grass without so much as a flush. We might bust birds at the beginning, middle and end. They might run all the way to the end and hit the air at the same time in a flurry of wingbeats.
Either way, when I start this particular grass field, I always take a second before I step a boot into the cover and wonder....
What's in the grass?
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