A hunt from a few years back in the North Maine Woods. My Sport was running his dog when he shot at a woodcock that flushed in front of him. When he shot, a grouse got up and crossed in front of me and the other Sport to my left, so I did not see the Woodcock fall.

He walked to where he believed it fell and had the presence of mind to put his hat in the tree next to him. He looked around a bit, and I came over to help in the search. I told him to stay at his hat while I made a couple of quick loops to look for the fallen bird. Without success, I moved back to him, and in conversation, I happened to ‘see’ and was able to say to him, ‘Look down!’

I do love Woodcock!