Recently I was out doing some bird hunting with my dog. We were hunting in an area of scrub. We were not having any luck at first. Then we walked over to a thick stand of brush. My dog went right into it.
I could hear quail flushing on the other side from were I was. There was no way to get around or through this vegetation. This brush was about a foot taller then me. So I took a few steps back, got my shotgun ready, and hoped one bird would fly high enough for me to shoot.
As I was standing there, an unexpected hunter showed up. A small hawk, or maybe a falcon, came out of nowhere and dove towards the flushing quail. I couldn't tell weather she got one or not.
Later I noticed that a bird a prey would was always in a tree no matter where we were hunting on that land. I am not sure if it was the same bird as before or not.
I thought this was cool.
I could hear quail flushing on the other side from were I was. There was no way to get around or through this vegetation. This brush was about a foot taller then me. So I took a few steps back, got my shotgun ready, and hoped one bird would fly high enough for me to shoot.
As I was standing there, an unexpected hunter showed up. A small hawk, or maybe a falcon, came out of nowhere and dove towards the flushing quail. I couldn't tell weather she got one or not.
Later I noticed that a bird a prey would was always in a tree no matter where we were hunting on that land. I am not sure if it was the same bird as before or not.
I thought this was cool.