Some pretty strong wing gusts, clouds, and light rain moved in during the last hour of daylight and as I sat there waiting for anything to happen, I had strong case of home sickness set in. I thought I had heard a hen making some noise from back behind me, but never did hear anything fly up and at this point I was convinced it was time to call it and head home. I honestly don't even think I would have stayed another night for a guaranteed shot opportunity the following morning. I ended up making a little over half the eight hour drive home before pulling over at a rest stop, getting a couple hours of sleep before making the rest of the drive back to Lubbock.
Lots of things I would have done differently and I'll likely return in the future (earlier in the season) armed with the knowledge gained from this trip. Hunting alone in remote country is super isolating and I say this as an introvert that does a lot of things alone.