Had our traditional Thanksgiving pheasant hunt out at the farm Thanksgiving morning. This year with both my boys approval I invited one of my oldest friends and his son along with us to enjoy the morning.
I have been friends with this guy since the second grade when we first met in 4H,we grew up hunting pheasants bunnies and coon together... over the years we have literally hunted together hundreds of times ina few states and he is an excellent shot. His son for whatever reason had never been pheasant hunting. His boy is the same age as my youngest 26 and has waterfowl dove, deer, coyote hunted and fished with us many times, he also played football against my youngest being from neighboring towns and both my boys have grown up friends with him.
So I was excited as his Dad to see him get his first rooster, I had released over a dozen a few days before to give them a good head start. So we met up around 8:00 am did a little catching up then put the dogs down. It was kind of a drizzly morning with plenty of wind and pheasants being pheasants...they ran! Had a couple flush too far out and others kept circling giving the dogs fits, after about twenty minutes the dogs almost got one to sit and up it went in range to a quick barrage of shots and a fast retrieve. Dogs got birdy again and both were in a thick swale of bluestem when another rooster cackled towards the sky...my buddies son shot once...miss...twice and down it came! Seeing that standing next to his Dad and the smile on the kids face made my week. A couple birds later one popped up on my buddies side twenty yards away and he proceeded to miss it three times in spectacular fashion to the jeers of everyone! Like I said...normally this guy is a gunfighter but having not shot at a pheasant for twenty years it took him by surprise and couldn't have happened to a nicer guy in front of all of us.
Well, we all got some shooting but not at all what I expected and I'll chalk that down to the weather...we only saw about half the birds I put out, they just ran. After the hunt my buddy said that the last pheasant he had shot was years ago with me, his son said that it wasn't anything like what he had expected...he thought it was going to be some planted pheasant cake shoot not more like hunting wild birds.
I think that we have started a new tradition for them now, doing the father son pheasant hunt thanksgiving morning with us from now on. For whatever reason, I think to much bullshitting no-one took any pics and I kick myself for that.
The next day I took my neighbor out to see if we could clean up some of the runners with Darcy. This guy is an Army veteran two tours in Afghanistan one in Iraq and is one of the nicest guys I've ever met would give you the shirt off his back. I first hunted with him last year during the Pheasants forever Veterans hunt and have duck/goose hunted with him a couple times this fall.
This day was the photo opposite of what happened the day before...the birds held great and Darcy pointed them right up, it couldn't have been a more perfect hunt she ended up finding five roosters. Took us about an hour of slow walking and letting the dog do her thing to limit out.