Well I know it is a little late, but I have been trying to learn this posting pictures thing. Here is the story for those interested.
Thanksgiving day at our house has always been a hunt in the morning, back to the farm for a massive lunch, and then out to hunt again in the afternoon. This Thanksgiving was no exception.
We started off in a large valley that used to be pasture land. My Dad had cattle in it for many years until he gave up farming. This land seems to get to be better cover every year since. My Dad dropped us off on the top side, with the intent to work our way back to the farm, which is on the other side of the section.
We had not made it into the cover 50 yards when the first bird of the day went busting out of the cover. My gun was not accurate (Guns fault surely), and it took 3 shots before Rock had his first retreive of the day. No time for pictures, we had just started.
Worked through the field and turned towards the northeast and followed the creek. It soon bacame apparent from the dogs actions, birds were running ahead of us. With 3 guys, and the cover necking down, we decided to swing one wide to cover the end, and stop the runners. It seemed to be a great plan. As Kent and I are waiting for the poster, the dogs couldn’t take it anymore as the suspense was killing them. 2 steps of motion put another rooster in the air for Kent, and he dropped it with a smile 
Here he is.
We worked down the field getting another bird in the next forty yards. We had not seen a hen yet, so when Rock started to work slower and slower, I figured I had better get a shot while I could. He was not fully locked up, and the bird was running, but I love a dog on point.
Is there anything more beautiful. 
When he finally got the bird locked down, I flushed a nice pretty hen. Within another few steps we had another bird in the air, and the bag. This brought our total up to 4. We only needed 2 more for a limit, and my other friend had not shot his gun yet. 
When we got to the poster, he decided to hit a small shelterbelt to the east, while we worked a piece to the north, and he would hook up with us by posting the next piece of cover. While Chancy did not get any birds, both of our dogs were going crazy, and we flushed another rooster, and one this time the Benelli did not fail me. One shot, and another nice retreive from Rock.
We are one bird short of our limit, Kent and myself have had great shooting oportunities (one failed attempt), and it was not even 10:30 yet.
Teh next piece of cover was a grove of trees I practically grew up in. A good mix of grass, red willows, and trees. We made it through with another nice point by Rock on another Hen. We had just made it to the poster, and started to work again, when Hunter (yellow lab) and Rock converged on a piece of cover. Rock was locking up, when Hunter stuck his nose in and busted out our final Rooster of the day. 2 shots from the Benelli, and it was all over.
We figured that we needed to take a few shots to commemorate the day, and because field shots are much nicer then farmyard shots.
First pick is Myself and Bro-in Law Kent.
Not a great picture, but what the heck. Next picture is my lifelong friend Chancy, and Kent. 
Final Picture is Chancy and I. 
Since we did not need to go out after lunch. I managed to do this. 
It was another good day of hunting. Hope you enjoyed my rant about Pheasant hunting. It is something I love to do, and with good dogs and good friends, what more can a guy ask for 
