Peat joined us on the grouse opener today, and the 5-month-old fit right in. At first, he tried keeping up with Angus through the sagebrush, ceanothus, and Hawthorn, yipping and yapping all the way, sounding like Flipper. Soon he must have realized he couldn’t keep up and began going his own way, staying close enough but definitely following his nose until he sensed he needed to check in with us. His tough spirit, which I’ve complained about, seemed to translate into an eager sporting dog. I am excited.
We saw no galliformes, save a lone chukar Peat bumped, and hiked for a couple hours in both open and dense vegetation. Angus covered the ground I’m used to seeing him dance over, no sign of slowing. Two more weekends of this, then it’s on. Yay.