This trip started off with a stop in Idaho to pick up two wirehair's from a breeder that was gracious enough to loan a couple dogs because my partner and I only had one each. Wet weather followed us all the way to W Yellowstone but once to Bozeman, we were in the clear.
Made our destination with licenses for both states and lots of anticipation. We found plentiful amounts of birds which we both agreed to only shoot pointed ones. Sharpies were extremely tough for the dogs to nail down in gun range but the challenge was accepted.
Some days the wind blew and limits were tough to scratch out but they were also the days we truly saw just how many birds there are in that region. Wiley birds getting up in droves, out of gun range, made me stop and stare in amazement.
I can't even begin to describe the quality of people we met in the town of 150 hard working farmers. Most had more $$$$$ than they knew what to do with between strong wheat prices and an oil well or two on their land but you would never know it by their handshake and warm hospitality.
This trip was beyond harvesting birds or dogs running the big, grass prairie, it was about staying in a home that only had a radio for entertainment, good meals and quality friendship that made time stand still.
I'm still not sure why I returned to W Washington but I hope to return to that special place soon.
