Bob Peters
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I would say that when memories of pheasant hunts past roll through the projector in my mind it's usually of an afternoon or evening alone with a dog in a remote place when I was lucky enough to pick a spot and put her in the right position to find and work and flush and retrieve birds as was ingrained in her from the start. But also, I'm really thankful for all my human hunting buddies. One guy took me along repeatedly when I didn't have a clue. To be honest I kinda invited myself and he put up with me
. But I showed up on time, split in for gas, and tried hard to show the affectation of being a good hunter. I'm sure he saw right through it. But I never gave up, never complained when my hamstrings burned or picked up my leaden feet mile after mile. I always packed a snack and drink to share. I complimented his dog, which was easy to do, since this was a guy who got out a lot and that old black lab knew the game, and knew it well. R.I.P. that lab is gone now, but I still hunt with my buddy several times a year and he has another blackie. Steve winters down in Florida now, and always has some good fishing stories. He's going for his turkey grand slam as soon as he can draw an Osceola gobbler tag. Anyways, not sure why I felt the need to post this, other than I always appreciate those good people I have been fortunate enough to share a field with. Steve's current dog Kylo. He is a finished dog that he bought in Florida, but has since finished two seasons pheasant hunting in MN, and has earned his stripes. Someone once told me "don't forget your friends." With a good buddy you've hunted with, I don't think it's possible to forget them.
. But I showed up on time, split in for gas, and tried hard to show the affectation of being a good hunter. I'm sure he saw right through it. But I never gave up, never complained when my hamstrings burned or picked up my leaden feet mile after mile. I always packed a snack and drink to share. I complimented his dog, which was easy to do, since this was a guy who got out a lot and that old black lab knew the game, and knew it well. R.I.P. that lab is gone now, but I still hunt with my buddy several times a year and he has another blackie. Steve winters down in Florida now, and always has some good fishing stories. He's going for his turkey grand slam as soon as he can draw an Osceola gobbler tag. Anyways, not sure why I felt the need to post this, other than I always appreciate those good people I have been fortunate enough to share a field with. Steve's current dog Kylo. He is a finished dog that he bought in Florida, but has since finished two seasons pheasant hunting in MN, and has earned his stripes. Someone once told me "don't forget your friends." With a good buddy you've hunted with, I don't think it's possible to forget them.
