Bob Peters
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Monday evening during the golden hour in Iowa, birds were coming out of the woodwork. I was on a monster piece of public land, pointed the dog into the wind and followed that happy wagging tail. The day before Skye had ran down a bird that took a long time, I didn't keep up, and sure enough it was a rooster. I promised I wouldn't fall behind again. After putting up a few hens, she got on a hot scent, and her pace and tempo increased. I ran as fast as a middle age dude can go, struggling to keep up. Finally that rooster popped up 30 yards in front of me. I got the gun up and somehow knocked him down with one shell. Those birds really move in light grass. I was glad to have held up my end of the bargain for once.