About 5 years ago was hunting the second weekend on some ground a farmer had stopped us and told us we were welcome to hunt, nice guy letting random strangers hunt his uncut milo field. There were 3 of us with a pair of dogs, the field was about 100 yards wide and a quarter mile long. We walked with the wind to the end of it to push it to the road, into the wind. Nothing got up all the way through it until we got to the end, when all hell broke loose. I shot 4 times and killed 3 pheasants.
There were a couple times the second weekend this year that I could have kept shooting but the 3 of us had too many birds down and was worried about finding, or at the end on both days the birds kept getting up and we all had just finished out our limit. Those are the times that make you keep wanting to go back.