Two of us went to Harrold yesterday afternoon. As we drove over, I saw many pheasants on the move and it was no different at the spot. Lots of birds around, hard to get close to them.
I had the dumbest thing happen. Our plan was to hunt solo, but at the same time and perhaps move some birds into each others pathway. It kinda worked. Rob flushed a bird and it flew straight at me, easy shot, when it got close enough I let fly and hit it but didn't break a wing or a leg. It sailed down about 40 yards away and Lola was on it, I watched it zig and zag for its life and then take wing and fly about 200 yards. We walked to that spot immediately and were unable to find the damn thing. Super frustrating, I should have shot it again in flight but figured it would work out. Darn.
Anyway I shot another one and found it. So the weekend tally is one.
