|Hunt club keeps family tradition alive|
By Kurt Krueger
GRACIE turned her nose into the wind as her sleek, black frame slipped through the sorghum — a bird-hunting machine designed to follow whatever path her nose takes to locate hot bird scent.
Suddenly her pace quickened and her tail went into overdrive as she came across the track of rooster pheasant. It was back and forth in the heavy cover for some 20 seconds before the rooster exploded, cackling in alarm.A single shot from a 20-gauge semi-auto put it on the ground, lightly, but it didn’t matter with Gracie hot on its tail. Moments later, son Steve was all smiles while accepting his first rooster of the day.
|Tuesday, November 27, 2012 3:27 PM|