Every once in a while, just when you think the situation has gone to hell in a handbasket, it turns out to be a really good thing. Today, I put Bo on the ground and started walking through the grass and sage, talking to my hunting partners. Casually, Bo starts out in a straight line and just keeps going! I watch him go out of sight over a hill, and then he's gone. I tell my buddies to wait at the truck and I take out after the old guy. I didn't want a repeat of 2 years ago, when Bo was gone for 5 days! He stayed 700 yds ahead of me for 2 miles and finally went on point, so I could catch him. I was so mad, I would have givien him away on the spot! But I walked in front of him and a huge covey got up and I dropped 2 birds. Then, on the way back to the truck, we got up 2 more coveys. I couldn't get back too fast. I yelled to the guys, we found a honey hole- let's go! It was a sweet spot covered with quail tracks. Thank you, Bo!!!
