I'm in a small club on Wadmalaw. We mustered up at 2:00 and got into the field around 2:30. A bit earlier than necessary but not too bad. I drew the power pole stand with my guest, right under the power line in the tomato field surrounded by sunflowers and corn. It was epic. I gave my guest the best spot since he just got out of the hospital and was still feeble. He's a Bogart. He had half his limit before I shouldered my gun. My ten year old shorthair was getting birds for us. I friggin love that dog. I can't count the number of times he has made me so proud on a hunt. I had to let him pick his pace because of the heat but we didn't lose a bird that I sent him on. Around 4:00 we got SWARMED. Too many birds all at once. We were picking our shot and out of the field by 4:45. Damn I love living in the Lowcountry.
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