Last time I went pheasant hunting I come up to the honey hole which is about 1/2 mile away. See a dog and an orange vest, and then another dog. And then they see me.
I walked straight up out of the creek bottom and got to a place where I could see their pickup taking off.
I know who it is.
My buddy's son in law (who bailed me out of jail 7-8 years ago) so I can't get too grouchy when see him.
