JH 8.5 lbs
MM 7.4 lbs
I went to the field from hell, walked the entire thing and did not get one slip. Then I went to the new hay field, and saw one jack which JH caught.
I wanted to get MM out because it seemed like it was getting hotter by the minute. I drove over to the fiddle neck field, west of the little power plant, and as I drove up 5 jacks were milling around on the road and went into the field. I got MM ready and went past the junk pipes and unhooded him. This field is not flat; it has man-made hills and bowls similar to a golf course. I walked out on a hill and a jack flushed, heading out into the middle of the field. MM launched and closed and I thought he caught it! Nope, he was up and came back to the fist. I continued hunting. MM had two more nice near catches and then chased one heading right for a parking lot for ITT (man, I hate the way this area looks).
Anyway, he pulled off which is good because the flight was going to take him directly into the parking lot. MM made two big circles, gaining height, and flew all the way back to the goat field. I found him sitting on the ground getting stooped at by the male red tail and a pair of Swainson hawks who had obviously survived their migration up from Mexicooh boy!! I hunted most of the goat field and made a big circle working my way back to the truck. I could see the field that I was saving for JH which had 5 or 6 jacks hopping around in the fiddle neck, and thought, what the heck. So I moved through the trees and slowly went into the field. I took small steps because I wanted the flush to happen on its own and thus give MM more time to see and think things through. The first couple of jacks he was not all that interested in and let them move off, but there was another one just a little farther out in the field that got his attention. I could see its ears just over the fiddle neck and so could MM. I moved, the jack moved. I moved ever so slowly and I could feel MM’s weight shift slightly on my fist. The jack hopped over something and MM launched! He flew strong, with power and determination. The jack rabbit, sensing that something was amiss, kicked in the full after-burners but MM was well on his way. MM closed and slammed into his second kill! Nice flight.
I hunted him some more and he took two more jack’s. Nice work.