I was supposed to be on cormorant watch, but it was very foggy, no wind and no black plague anywhere to be seen. On our walk around the lake Jet marked a squirrel. I shot it and he retrieved it, sort of.
In another copse they were getting jiggy and he caught one before it could make a tree. He suffered for his sport mind, more nose scars to impress the ladies with, Chicks Dig Scars!
Just as he half fetched it to me, I spotted a silhouette up high in an ash. 32g of 6s brought it tumbling. We finished with 2 each, he caught two and I shot two so it wasn't a totally wasted foray.


He ate well for a couple of days.
Just as he half fetched it to me, I spotted a silhouette up high in an ash. 32g of 6s brought it tumbling. We finished with 2 each, he caught two and I shot two so it wasn't a totally wasted foray.

He ate well for a couple of days.








