Hunting Season Is Officially Over

This time of year Karen and I both shed tears. Hers are tears of joy; mine, not so much.

The season started elk hunting with my dad. We had a great time together in eastern Idaho. Here is a view of the country.

I did a little waterfowl hunting along the way.

My real passion is chukar hunting. It was a very wet and muddy season, but Guinness and I did our best. He will be ten years old this year, but he still hunts like a champ.Things really "clicked" for us this year, mostly because I got a GPS collar and just let him do his thing. It takes a lot of trust to let a dog go out of sight and assume that they will come back and find you. This year he had points ranging from under 10 yards to over 400 yards away.

Another somewhat recent development is that Guinness has accepted the kids. When Elena was young he would always hide in a separate room. Now they snuggle together at nap time.

On my last day of bird hunting I came across this buck that likely died of natural causes. What a great way to end the season!