Last Thursday four of us took off at O'dark thirty for the east side in search of some last of the season hunting. Our first hunt took us just northwest of Coulee Dam up in the surrounding hills. We tag teamed two trucks for the decent and headed down hill. The top of the hill... About a quarter of the way down we got into a decent covey. Birds erupted in all directions and Rick and Andrew took a couple of them. Further down we started to pick up singles here and there. Andrew was busy on the north side of the draw and Rick was hitting the south side close in. Scott blew some feathers off of a large male but it kept going. Jetta would later find that bird stone cold on the ground. Brilliant feathers from that male... We continued downward towards the truck and a tailgate lunch. Andrew had prepared some pulled BBQ beef which made hearty sandwiches. With full bellies and fading light we headed for Winthrop. Rick hosted us rascals and fed us like kings. Steak and baked potatoes for dinner with some red wine put all the cold and snow behinds us and we drifted off to sleep that night. The next morning we headed over Lolo pass to the Chilowist area to look for some more quail. The sun was out an in no time I was stuffing my fleece liner in my bird pouch, that was all that would fill the bird pouch. We hunted for a couple of hours with only one bird getting up and Andrew missed that one. But we got a good workout in preparation of lunch. Scott and his trusty 870... Rick and his Beretta in shirt sleeve sunshine... We finally located a huge covey on the east side of the river. The only problem was that it was in a fellow's front yard just a few feet off the road. Those birds really know where to hide in plain sight. We hunted another draw for a while and then had some brats for lunch and called it a day. Rick treated us to pheasant and hun breasts off the BBQ along with some pasta salad and a wonderful rice medley. Saturday morning we got up about 4-ish and headed to the Columbia between Pateros and Brewster. Our guide set us up in a blind and spread his decoys for the hunt. Promptly at 7:15 the birds came by and we sent a volley of steel into the river and at least one duck. We needed to polish our shooting efforts real quick. After a few more bird came in we started to drop a few here and there. All in all we probably got 15 birds but several drifted off in the current and wind before the guide could pick them up. The eagle ate well that day. In the end we took some bluebills, ringnecks, and a widgeon...and one buffie. That evening Rick took us to a wonderful Italian place in Twisp. We sat at the bar and watched John prepare meals in a wood fired brick oven. Delicious food and some live music made for a great close to our outing. If you're ever in Twisp and want a good meal hit Tappi's, you won't be sorry. Sunday morning we headed west and found Hwy 2 was closed at Ray Rock Road so we had to head over 97 to Ellensburg and west towards home from there. It was a great weekend with friends and lots of laughs and stories to tell. I'll leave that to the others to share.