Spud got this late season long Spurred Rooster pointed. I should have stoned it but instead dropped it alive into that sea of cover. Spud raced to his Mark and made short work baling me out.
I got careless when I took the live Rooster from Spud and he immediately put his spurs to work on my wrist through 3 layers of long underwear, shirt with brush sleeves and a upland hunting windbreaker.
A covey of nervous Bobwhites 50 yards ahead of Spud through thick Brush.
