The boys had a day off yesterday because we went down to the Monterey Bay Aquarium; had a very nice time. We got home late last night and this morning I just loaded up both birds and headed down to the fields. I didn’t weigh them because it wouldn’t have mattered anyway; I was flying them no matter what the scale said.
I hunted the entire big hay field and only saw two jacks. JH took one slip that was ridiculously long, covering the entire length of the field, went in on a jack, missed, and flew all the way back to the fist. Next, I went to the new field which is across from the water treatment plant and is, at the moment, a very nice field of fiddle neck, which is about knee high, just over the top of my boots. The fiddle neck does, however, have a slight sting to it and after a while you begin to notice that your skin is irritated. I walked around most of the field, saw some jacks, and JH took another long slip. Then he ended up slamming into a sitter not more than ten feet in front of me.
I drove over to a new field (it’s new for me to actually hunt in but I have known about this field for years). I never wanted to hunt JH in it because he would not tolerate the massive amount of humanity that surrounds this small field. Hunting in this field all I can see is a mass of manmade ugliness McDonald’s, Carl’s Jr, Burger King, Denny’s, two gas stations, ITT Tech School of Higher Learning, Best Western Hotel, a glass factory complete with railroad cars and a small electric power plant. There’s more but I think I made my point. MM does not seem to be bothered at all so I can fly this field which is teaming with jacks. I wish I would have weighed MM because he seemed just a little off this morning; flew fine but not quite 100%, maybe 95%. This field is great because from the very first step into the field you can flush a jack rabbit, which is what happened. All I could see was the fiddle neck parting as the jack ran off. MM was closing fast and went in but missed. I got 3 more slips where I thought he could have caught one but didn’t, and had just about covered the entire field. I was going down the last stretch when a jack flushed and headed right for the glass factory fence. I was sure that MM was going to slam into the fence, he was flying with such power and intent. Just as the jack got to a gravel road that runs along the front of the fence it turned right and headed down the road. MM flew harder, recognizing his chance, and closed on the jack which then freaked out and turned left into the fence, looking, I’m sure, for a hole to get through the fence. MM slammed into the jack as it went under the tumbleweeds and trash that has accumulated at the base of the fence and caught #3.
MM is in there somewhere on his rabbit