Well, that was the only dog that got roped into the photo op, and it she didn't really hunt that much, spent a couple of fields on a check cord [only 3 months old] after I had to chase her through a patch of grass .
The weekend after that trip I did try Colorado, not near as many birds but still a whole lot of fun...a bad day in the field still beats my best day in a classroom.
As I sit and glass, which is common for hunters out west, I have sort of quickly discovered something I never learned when I was younger.
In my youth I had enthusiasm and spirit. In my middle to advancing years I have creaky knees, arthritis, and I tire more easily than I used to. Where I used to sit on the cold hard ground I now look for that soft spot to sooth my tired muscles. That leads me to my tip.
Carry your soft spot with you!
In my pack I carry an air filled, ultralight, camping pad....