We went out in a big group on Saturday. I didn't count the pheasants but we ended up within a handful either side of sixty. It was a long day and I was tuckered out at the end of it. The Hunt Commander took his job very seriously which kept people safe and kept me chuckling. Nice guy to be sure but obv. ex military, and I'll give him kudos for using "skirmish line" properly in a non combat situation. Lots of fun, and a group I don't usually get together with so it was a great day.
Last night we went over east and eight of us got 12 or 13 plus a prairie chicken. It was too nice a day and the birds had no external stress on them at all, so they didn't want to play pheasant hunting. Oh well, we'll be back and so will they.
"Miss Jean Louise, stand up. Your father's passin.'"
