Made it out for my last hunt of the season yesterday. Always a sad feeling. Decided to try a new piece of public ground a friend told me about. Knee deep snow but the cattails were holding the birds. The dog and I broke up around two groups of twenty. After that we were able to get back on the birds one at a time. After the first two large groups everything else sat so tight you had to step on them. Had at least 20+ points yesterday, which was great to see Asher lock up so tight. Rooster to hen ratio was about one to ten. So we needed to go through quite a few points. Got the first two roosters on individual points with one shot a piece. Always a joy to watch her point them and then bring them back to my hand after a good shot. The final rooster got up behind us after we had just flushed two hens from the same spot and had decided to move on. Ten steps later he gets up behind us. Wheeled around and hit him with the first shot and needed a follow up shot. He went down and we couldn't find him after 15 minutes of searching. So decided to keep going. Asher gets birdy and I see the fresh tracks she is following. Then I start seeing pretty good spots of blood along with the tracks. We tracked him for five to ten minutes until he holed up and she went on point. Well he can't fly with a broken wing so I have her go in after him and out of the snow comes her head with our wounded rooster. Couldn't have been happier for our final trip. She did point two separate hens and I could see where they want in and I looked in the hole and came face to face with a pheasant looking back at me. Funniest thing I've had happen in a while.