Fine dog work, great company and challenging birds make for a memorable hunt
A double layer of warm technical clothing, heavy brush chaps and a stout hunting coat were barely holding the elements at bay.
Out front a wild pheasant had just broken from cover, speeding low over dense treetops and right at me. Backlit by the sun, I couldn’t tell if it was a rooster or a protected hen, so I held my fire, waiting for the bird to display its colors. Fingering the safety, I tried to warn my partner of its approach but doubted that he heard me over the roar of the wind across the thrashing prairie grasses.