Well, I went. From 9 to 11 am. Absolutely nothing moving. I basically stayed in one spot, for the majority of the time, surrounded by 20 big oak trees, with over half having den holes. There were plenty of tracks in the snow, but nary a limb chicken sighted. My feet got cold and it started to spit snow, so, I quit and came home. Cleaned both of my .22s and put them away. Now starts the long 6 1/2 mo. wait for next August 15. Tick, tick, tick......
