An update:
Got out in Logan county the Friday before Thanksgiving - unfortunately I didn't get off work as soon as I'd hoped, and only had about an hour to hunt before sundown. Walked thru a pretty big WIA that I'd never been to before, which had the nicest-looking cover I've seen in my 3 seasons out here. My pup started going absolutely bonkers and lo and behold, not one but TWO groups of 30-40 pheasants (mostly or entirely hens) flushed about 60 yards out in quick succession.
I've had very little success out here in Colorado so far and even though I'm unreasonably optimistic when it comes to hunting and fishing, I had truly started to despair after last season. It's great how one moment can pull you out of that despair and flip it on its head. It filled my wee little heart with such joy that the 17-hour wind-whipped drive to Wisconsin seemed like a jaunt over to my local haunt (almost).
I stayed in a hotel just across the Nebraska border on my way back so I could get out at the crack of dawn Sunday. The same field yielded the same situation, but only 1 group of 30 flushed this time. Again, didn't see any cocks. But that's alright, I'd trade a glimpse into the bright future for the state's pheasant population for a bagged rooster any day. Hunted another 2 hours in nearby WIAs with no luck.
Relocated further to the south and hunted a smaller WIA for about a half hour until I decided to head home. About 80 yds from the truck, my mind was on getting home, getting my crap unpacked and getting my gf to rub my aching back. Started to adjust my belt, lost track of the pup, then !!!!!!!!!!! biiiiig ol' rooster flushed about 20 yds away. Alas, he literally caught me with my pants down. Out of the 4 hours I hunted that day, this was the only moment I let my guard down. Lesson learned.
Changed my mind & decided to keep pushing through the same bit of land. The other rooster was long gone onto private property. 20 minutes later, the pup went on point and THIS TIME I was ready. Rooster must have sensed my itchy trigger finger, because he flushed hard and fast about 30yds out. Shotgun to shoulder, ready to shoot, when A MULEY JUMPED UP IN FRONT OF THE BIRD. Couldn't believe it. Scared the everliving s**t out of me. I actually had to sit down to slow my heart rate. Unfortunately, I had to leave to pick my friend up from the airport, but what a day. What. A. Day.