Woodcock Mania, Pointers and Tents.

Back around 20 years ago a decision was made to tent camp and chase the Woodcock flights. Good ole Scooter had all the best of gear, except the leaky air mattress that I some how ended up with each year. Imagine this if you will, one tent a weeks worth of food two sleeping bags and two restless pointers. A good nights sleep was almost impossible, due to snow, rain, and stiff leggin' shorthairs in our sleeping bags. We cooked our meals over a wood fire, also our only heat source. Clyde and Otis slept well and ate off our plates, Shorthairs like to share, and did a nice job on the birds. At least when we would happen to run across those two rangey hounds!