


We weren't finding coveys in the usual rims and fingers, but as we hit a third ridgeline, Rowdy went on point and I doubled on a mature and a very young chukar. The young one might just be one of the smallest chukar I've shot, but goes with a September opener.


We then were at the end of the ridge and I picked my way back down to the truck, having to unload my gun more than once, while carefully making my way down rimrock shoots/outcroppings and of course I fell hard a couple of times on the way down, as per usual. We finally got back to the truck and I watered Rowdy and put him up and took Misty to try to find some singles from the quail covey. She found a pair but bumped them and I didn't shoot. She did about 2 miles and then we looped back around to the truck. All in all a great day, just wish I'd of remembered the fly rod.

Here's a quick video I took of him:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Tb9U1MQqjM