A little glimps of what we call the clover field. Three have fallen in this picture this season and a forth to a poacher. Been a good season but a rough time getting Wyatt on a bird. He's called in one dropped by his uncle, pulled the trigger on the same bird his yonger brother pulled on and gave the kill to him the same morning his older brother scored on a nice gobbler. This morning beagles started running rabbits at 5:20, needles to say no gobbles heard, tough hunt getting in the woods by 5:00 on a scholol morning. That being said, the hunt wasn't a total bust... got some footage of Wyatt putting the sneak on a bird, couldn't get it to grow a beard so he left her alone. I'll put it up later.

So here's what clover looks like.



Wyatt hoping for the silence to be broken by something other than dogs.