We finished the upland bird season this week with a limit of roosters. Rocket surprised me by hunting wire to wire, never taking a day off, always being the last dog to load up. Henderson made great strides too, but he gives up early and doesn't quite have it all worked out yet. He loves rivers and fields. He loves to run, but he hasn't quite tuned in yet to what we're going. It will come. It was a great season. Thank god Wyoming has so much public land and walk-in areas. It was a pleasure to meet some of the game wardens this season. Those guys and gals work hard to keep opportunities open for all of us.
This time of year is a good time to take all of those wild bird carcasses and make some stock. I made a bunch this week. I used the legs and thighs of 5 pheasants, a whole woodcock, and the skeleton of a roasted blue grouse. I also baked a slab of Alaska rockfish in lime juice, garlic, and what-have-you. My old dog Rocket has hunted through the season. He's beat up. At 14 (that's 98 for humans) I'm keenly aware that it hurts him. But when a dog like that comes around (and they don't come around) how can you leave them home? After a big day in the uplands, I don't expect him to rise. But he rises, stiffly, and shakes off the years. Look for a post about him later this year.