Bob Peters
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I talked to an old timer and he let me and a buddy hunt his small cattail patch. No one had been hunting there in years. Snow was so deep and cattails so thick my buddy couldn't hack it so he went to the outside edge. 10 minutes in I looked over for my buddy and saw a big rooster flying R to L crossing/quartering away. I swiveled my torso as far as it would go and was shooting straight behind myself it felt. On the second shell he cartwheeled and crashed down far away. I was so entrenched in the swamp there was no way I could get there quickly. We decided to finish the hunt and look for him on the way back(the swamp is a circle). Half hour later we finished the circle and by God, there was this majestic old king of the slough laying on the hard packed snow 10 feet from the cattails. I'll never forget this bird or this hunt. A spot later my buddy got a crack at a rare close flushing late season bird. It took him the 3rd shell to drop that rooster. I ran headlong into the cattails from hell for 35 yards. Couldn't see my feet or the sky, and thought that rooster's gone for good. Five minutes later I hear the dog and she's snorting as she breathes! Sure enough she had that old rooster(when she has a duck or pheasant she has a little snort as she breathes). How dogs do what they do I'll forever be in awe of. Any day I bag a rooster I'm on cloud nine. I'm wondering if I should mount this pheasant? He's gotta be the biggest one I've ever got. I hadn't thought about it until I texted the picture and multiple people told me I should have him stuffed.