ANOTHER EPIC DAY! Patches came to life once again. ALWAYS trust the dog. She sniffed and sniffed and I grew tired of waiting, but... it payed off. Solid point , I moved in and an older rooster popped up 10 feet away. Smack... fold... rooster in the sack. My second came with some great teamwork. Another long drawn out search. High head, low head, nose to the ground. I went around, Patches went the other way, locks up looking dead at me... then the ground with her eyes only. This went on for about 3-4 seconds an then FLUSH!!! It's fun that pheasants can't take an extended pause. Smack... fold... a quick limit. Not bad for a 5 month old Wirehair in the wind and not much moisture. I'm on a little bit of a high here that only real dedicated Pheasant hunters and dog lovers can fully understand.