Originally Posted by pluckit

I used to go to Hagerstown MD to hunt pheasants religiously every year. As the number of birds seemed to dwindle, so did the trips, until the trips stopped all together. That was about 20 years ago and I really miss the excitement of a rooster flushing at my feet. Wings beating and bird cackling, and me just standing there in startling amazement until sometimes I was too late on the draw to get off an effective shot. We would hunt in a line of 5 or so people, with no dog to flush the birds from the field. So the birds would sometimes hold tight until you almost stepped on them. Now you've gone and brought back a whole lot of fond memories. I sure do miss those times. And the delicious pheasant dinners.