After spending hours in my arm chair, looking at on x maps and Google maps; I found a new spot. I like to call them honey holes. They are always better on paper and while I am day dreaming. Most people will never understand (even my wife doesn’t) how someone can look at google maps for over ten hours a week and still find new hunting holes. Every now and again you see a spot that just calls to you! Most people will say that I am crazy, but more often than not, these spots yield some results. So after finding this new honey hole, I gathered my two hunting partners (who come from the same gene pool as me so they are not the smartest and follow along).
It all started with an early morning of loading dogs,, water, and extra tires into the truck so that we could take off. The first two hours were spent on nice paved roads and lots of talking. We soon turned off the pavement and spent the last hour and a half bouncing around at five miles an hour, trying to get to the canyon rim. Now, the trail was labeled for high clearance 4×4, so with my low clearance chevy with 307,000 miles on it we were making a lot of noise as the foot rails grabbed high rocks. As always. the trusty truck got us to our destination at about 10:30am. We got all our rock propelling gear out ( just a little exaggeration) to get into the canyon. The hunt was only twenty minutes in and the dogs got really birdy, but nothing, so we pressed on. After crossing the creek in bottom we soon had all four of our vizslas on ROCK SOLID POINT and as the covey flushed my brother nailed the first and only chukar of the day. The rest of the day was spent chasing chukar droppings through cliffs to get to the next rock outcropping. We arrived back at the truck well after dark with twenty-five miles on each dog and eleven miles on each of us. What a honey hole! Sad thing is we found enough crap to convince ourselves we were hunting it wrong and we will return for round two in the future.