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Originally Posted by Dean Romig
I think around ‘53 - ‘59 or so.
Whan I was about 6 or 7 I remember looking out of my second floor bedroom window one early morning after a fresh overnight snowfall and seeing pheasant tracks all around a couple of the shocks but there were no pheasants in view. I quickly dressed in my outdoor clothes and mittens and went out and snuk up on the back side of a shock.
I got down on my hands and knees ans quietly snuk around and stuck my head and shoulders inside…
There was an explosion of 3 or 4 pheasants all trying to make their escape and one hen got inside of my jacket for a couple of seconds! What a great experience that was!
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Thank goodness urban sprawl and habitat destruction can't take away our memories of those special years.
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