Aside of being knee deep in a steelhead river, pheasant hunting occupies a great deal of my mind. It was my first real love in the outdoors. The routine of the day, the ways the dogs worked, the feeling of elation when a shot connected and disgust of a miss. Good bird years balanced with bad bird years. Easy opening days and grinding out 1 bird days at the end of a season
I loved it all.
Here are some of my favorite shots from this year's season. Another 3 weeks to go and a few more miles to hike before the closing bell.
Thanks for coming along for the ride....
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