Well unfortunately I wore my boots out trying. My usual chukar honey hole dried up, literally. I read reports that the area did not receive much for a spring ran but was hopeful that some of the deeper water holes would still hold water. Well, they didn't every water hole and guzzler in the area was bone dry. I covered 8 miles and 2900' of elevation per my GPS and didn't see a single bird until I was walking a side hill towards my truck. I was pretty discouraged and thinking more about a beer than birds when one blew out 40 yards below me. I emptied my first barrel while slipping and attempting to pivot on some loose rock. The shot never caught up to the bird. I had my balance by my second shot but the bird was 80 yards plus away ( thank God for 4 shot). I pulled the trigger and saw the bird tuck but recover at the hit. It locked its wings and sailed to the hill side across from me. After apologizing to my dog for failing her I went to reload and two birds busted 25' away from me while I was loading( So back to that beer). Once I had a couple and could feel my legs under me I informed my buddies that I was going to pick up the bird I let get away. My dog Bella and I made our way up to the hill which my adversary had flown to. The bird was hit harder than I thought and after a follow up shot I was able to recover it. So my one bird was well short of my 6 bird limit but it was still a fun trip.