Pheasant hunting way back when, has some memories. I had a good old dog Mutley, Australian Shepard and something else. Not trained in anything but always took her cause she loved hunting for whatever. Saw about 20 pheasant roosting in tree and thought “oh boy easy pickings” Well Mutley spied the cluster and was off like a bolt of lighting. Good-bye birds. She came back to us pretty proud of herself.
Since the bird is named now, I will assume he will not be coming in for “dinner”
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