Due to some subpar shooting on my part and a couple of tough trips lately, I’ve struggled to get Ripley’s first official wild pheasant. Sure, he’s had game farm birds, but wild roosters are another monster. I decided to make a run at the golden hour today. After almost 2.5 hours of seeing nothing, I was getting discouraged. We had about 15 minutes till sunset, and all of the sudden, he did one of those super abrupt turns that told me he caught a whiff and struck a nice point on the edge of some cattails. Then, he started in–we had a runner! I heard the flush and cackle, pulled up my gun, BOOM, and down went our first wild rooster! Finally. It’s such a good feeling to have it all come together. No sooner had I taken a pic and stuffed it in my vest than Ripley froze in another beautiful point! This time, I flushed a hen, but it’s still fun to watch him work.
So, today was a great day for us!