Kal
New member
Last night I took a couple of the High Schoolers from church out for a walk through a nice piece of CREP that I hadn't hunted yet this season and we had a blast. 5 birds (3 guys) plus 3-4 others that were missed so we easily could have had our 6th bird and limited out but the real fun came on the 5th bird. One of the kids had been badgering his dad to take him out this season since he recently finished his gun safety and bought his first gun but his dad farms and is trying to finish up so Chris was still waiting to shoot his first rooster. We were walking a nice grove that sits in a small valley between two corn fields and has a crick running through it when two roosters busted. One flew right in front of me straight against the wind so I dropped that one and turned to see what Chris was doing with the second when I heard him pull the trigger. Bird was hit but only wounded so it hit the corn stubble and took off running. Chris pulled up to shoot again while the bird was running and said, "I'm NOT losing my first bird!" I yelled immediately for him not to shoot as Toby (my 8 month old Golden/Irish Setter) had by this point grabbed my bird, dropped it near me and was in a full out sprint across the corn to chase down our runner. When Chris saw Toby he started yelling, "get him Toby, get him!" and started chasing into the corn on his own. Long story short Toby made the retrieve (3/4 across an entire land section) and Chris was able to enjoy his first meal of pheasant that he'd shot himself. This, my friends, is one of the true joys of doing ministry in pheasant country 