...or I'm really just not paying attention... shocking, I know...
...but this year was different...
...As I was waiting patiently (yes, I was actually being somewhat patient) in an area that my husband refers to as the gauntlet...
...I could hear the birds in the field next to me as I crouched down in the grass. I was ready...even with the whole don't forget to take off the safety thing...
... I could hear a rooster right next to me and I thought maybe I should just tackle it as I may have better luck reeling it in...
...oh wait, that's fishing...never mind...
...so when he stuck his head out and saw me I'm sure he prayed bird prayers...if birds do that sort of thing. Well, he appeared to be living better than I, as once again I missed....come to think of it, all pheasants must live better than I do...
...but low and behold a noise from the heavens came forth...actually it was the noise of another rooster hitting the telephone wire just down the road from where I was standing. As I walked towards the twitching bird I said a prayer that he would be dead by the time I got there as I'm not really knowledgeable about the procedure for "not quite dead birds"...my prayer was answered as he was dead...whew, off the hook or so I thought...
...Until Russell came up and asked if I wrung his neck, "no need ", I said "it's dead". To which he replied, "you'd better make sure", and I replied, "I really wasn't into the neck wringing sort of thing", to which he replied, "that's part of hunting". So I proceeded with the before mentioned procedure and now the bird was officially dead...
...so technically I bagged my very first pheasant...as far as I'm concerned that counts!
The Organic Telephone Wire Pheasant Hunting Girl,
Darcie
P.S. Still not really into the whole neck ringing thing. Happy Hunting!
