While not ready to crawl out on a ice floe, I, too, have started the Last Unwind. My shooting partner and I have been tight lipped about where we find woodcock on public lands, and while we hoped to have more seasons, we realize that our run is closer to the ending than it is to the beginning. We have slowly introduced younger others to some of these spots and what to look for when chasing woodcock. Never the popular sport here it is in the NE, with the decline of wild quail on most places in their former domain, we started in earnest 15 years ago in specializing our efforts on them and have been well rewarded. I've introduced a handful of younger men on the where's and how's of wild turkey hunting in this area on public land. Our children have no interest in hunting, so I began last spring cutting loose the bulk of my guns either through sale or outright gifts. One of my late friend's sons has developed a love of turkey hunting as a result of sharing information and guns. While not the age of when the late King Brown re-dogged in his 80s when he got a lab pup, I picked up my third bird dog, a French Brittany puppy last spring. It will be a race to our statistically predicted mortalities and I have ambivalent feelings of whom I want to go first. Gil
