Woodcock; what a wonderful bird!
I'd shot woodcock before, but I'd never hunted them. They were funny little birds, too small to be truly worthwhile, that occasionally found their way into my game pouch during a grouse or rabbit hunt. Never cared to eat them really; they tasted like tough, dry liver.
Then I got a bird dog or, rather, my wife got one; a yellow lab. At least it wasn't a poodle, it was a hunting breed, something I could work with, even though I'd always been and still am a beagle guy. And when the young lab was ready to graduate from drills to the field, it was woodcock that provided much needed plentiful opportunities close to home where grouse were harder to come by and pheasant farms were an infrequent luxury.
There's no need to get into exactly how many woodcock we flushed, were fired at or ended up in the bag this past fall, but let's just say those numbers could just as well be used to describe baitcaster reel ratios.
My dog won't win any titles, but to see her “get birdy”, flush and retrieve birds to my hand is priceless. We wouldn't have got there yet without those funny looking little birds.
By the way, they're delicious too! Now that I know you're not supposed to cook them like a bird!
Woodcock; what a wonderful bird!