The gang and I were able to get out for some chilly pheasant hunting the weekend after last and what a day it was! We got a total of three birds, but what I enjoyed the most… watching Remi really start coming into his own as far as hunting goes. He did a wonderful job of ranging between hunters and not just following close by Billy or behind Fritz. The more we get out there the more he improves and gets the idea of what we’re doing.
There was one bird that my Dad, Billy, and I shot that I’ll never forget. Both Remi and Fritz were on point. Billy could see the rooster hunkered down, holding tight, but my Dad and I didn’t see him. The boys were pointing hard and they looked like statues! As we got closer the bird twitched his head and that’s when the fun started! It all happened so fast, but if I recall correctly Remi pounced and the bird finally jumped, and all three of us shot! That bird had no chance. We disagree on who shot first but that’s okay. Remi and Fritz didn’t get to retrieve this bird, as we were hunting with a friend who’s lab Bailey is a bit of a competitive retriever. And she only brings the bird back to her master.
Last time someone stuck a pheasant in my vest pouch… it wasn’t completely dead yet and started flapping around while we were still hunting! I don’t mind if someone else carries the birds in their pouch.
~ Sharon