The kids didn't have school on Thursday or Friday so plans were made for our annual teacher's convention pheasant hunt. This year in addition to all of us & a couple we are good friends with we were joined by my mother & father in law, one b-i-l, & another b-i-l, his wife, & two kids 5&7 years old. After our first walk we were also joined by the landowners two boys 9&12. Quite a group to say the least.
Though we didn't get a lot of birds we did get to show the folks who have never pheasant hunted before how fun it is seeing those birds flushing at your feet. My dog did awesome once again which did my heart good as most of the party had never seen her at work.
My pup was working a spot and all of a sudden was very interested in a particular patch of grass. I walked over to it and since nothing was flushing I decided to move the bird out with the toe of my boot. I bumped something during the initial sweep so kicked a little harder the second time. This kick parted the grass enough to let me see what was hiding underneath. Imagine my surprise when rather then the brown of a hen or the many colors of a rooster, I saw black & white fur instead!! I called the dog off & thankfully she didn't get sprayed but I wasn't so lucky. Peppy got me. Looks like it is time to find a new pair of brush pants.
Here are a couple of pics I took while eating lunch.
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Not many birds but hopefully some good memories.