I shot a lot of wild pheasants years ago when i was a kid but now they are so few and far between that I don't even go after them anymore. Nowadays it's all about the dog. He's the only reason I go out, just to watch him work. He can't tell if it's a wild bird or pen raised.

And it doesn't help if there are no birds in the area. Nothing to point, nothing to shoot at and nothing to retrieve.

Give me a day of chasing a pen bird(or stepping on them) and the dog is happy knowing he's done his job.


I could wish a lot of things on my worst enemy but neuropathy ain't one of them.