I spent the day pursuing the tail end of Ohio pheasant season. Ten degrees starting out and 5-6 in of snow. Hunted the thickest nastiest cover. Found one bird that wouldn't stop running in front of multiple points by Doodle and Willie. Heard the bird cackle and flush but never saw it but sounded like it flew up the hill. Found fresh tracks again but it led us on a merry chase, multiple points but again never saw it.
Really tired tonight after slogging thru the cold and snow or maybe it's the amber liquid and the fireplace.
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"How kind it is that most of us will never know when we have fired our last shot"--Nash Buckingham
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