Jack, Some 55 years ago my brother, Jim, and I would hunt pheasants in central MI with our family dog, Tassie, an Elk Hound. We'd try to push her into a bean field, but she wouldn't go; just work the down wind side of the field till she smelled something good, the go in and flush the bird. We did ok on those wild MI fezzies in those days; Jim with Dad's Mod. 11 and me with his Nitro.
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