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Sometimes things just don't happen as planned and the game changes.
I was on one of my Snipe hunts about three years ago. It was late season and the flooded field conditions were perfect for snipe hunting. But typical for late season, once the birds were flushed from the field, they did not return.
Apparently the flooded field conditions were also perfect for Crawfish! On the walk back Blaze started rooting them out of the grass and they were giants too. Blaze would run ahead, stop and stick her nose in the grass, sometimes getting pinched and having to shake off a Crawfish. I would bag the Crawdad and send her on for the next one. She was finding them as fast as I could pick them up. I bagged more than a pound of them. It was fun. I was laughing out loud. I must have looked crazy to anyone in the distance. Made for some good eating a few days later.
I was on one of my Snipe hunts about three years ago. It was late season and the flooded field conditions were perfect for snipe hunting. But typical for late season, once the birds were flushed from the field, they did not return.


Apparently the flooded field conditions were also perfect for Crawfish! On the walk back Blaze started rooting them out of the grass and they were giants too. Blaze would run ahead, stop and stick her nose in the grass, sometimes getting pinched and having to shake off a Crawfish. I would bag the Crawdad and send her on for the next one. She was finding them as fast as I could pick them up. I bagged more than a pound of them. It was fun. I was laughing out loud. I must have looked crazy to anyone in the distance. Made for some good eating a few days later.
