We were walking a grass edge to hunt a field when Hazel pointed about 50 yards to the front and left. She went from a dead sprint to a dead stop. The dog held but the bird didn't. A couple shots were fired in vain.
Next field Hazel and I caught up to the track star for the first time.
She locked up about 70 yards into a filed and I walked in. I really wish that I had carried a camera with me into that field. She was about two feet away from a rooster that she had nailed. I stepped in and the bird flushed up and was dropped on the second shot.
A very proud dad...
and a very tired little girl.
We got to see lots of the ultimate pheasant hunters...
and more old structures that I would love to hear the story behind...
