Got my 3 wild Iowa birds this morning. Not my best shooting effort of the season by a "long-shot". It started with my buddy winging one and his dog found it, he had his hand on it for an instant, and it got away from him, we thought the dog had him again when we came back to that spot after hunting a couple of the waterways, but we didn't recover him. It was cold, fingers were cold, my first opportunity I shot quick, wasn't even sure the saftey had clicked off, shot low, the bird fell and was flopping around in the heavy cover, I was just going to try to grab it when it jumps up and flys away, took one more long shot at it as it left. Must have maybe had shot a foot on it or something, it dropped and then decided he wanted nothing to do with me and decided he could still fly...if was quite strange for sure. So my first one took 3 shots, dropped in a corn field, alive of course, Rowdy ran him down in short order. #2 was a nice crossing shot, dropped dead and #3 I shot at him 3 times I think, the feathers were fly off him with every shot, lost most of the tail feathers on the first shot. We were behind a dam, as he flew away I was calling out to "hit the dike!", he JUST cleared it. It was going back toward the trucks, so I was going to take the dog through the cover that was directly in the line he was on. Rowdy locks up just over the dam on the water side now, as I walk up on him, I can see what was left of his tailfreather, sticking-up in the grass. Dead as a hammer. A hard earned limit. I was shooting low all morning. One bird had one thigh bone broken, one had both broken, the other one they weren't broken, but both shot to heck, found 3 #5s in one of the thigh fillets on that bird.