Friday, December 22, 2017

From The Pheasant Fields...

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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