There was plenty of one and none of the other. Three nights of overindulgence and four days of amazing pheasant hunting. There was actually more if you include the days at the beginning of the week with "Geno", and the great meals he prepared. The food and drink was fantastic along with the final hunts of the regular season. Everyone made it safely here and back home, no accidents in the field, and lots of birds in the air. Who could ask for more? Well, there were maybe a few that were asking for a little warmer weather, but we made due and didn't have to spend a lot of time in the cold, and once the shooting started everyone forgot about their frozen fingers. A few pairs of snowshoes paid off too, although most got by without them. It's sad to say that it's over, but there's always next year, not to mention the preserve season will fill the void in the cold winter months whenever the dogs need to get a hunt in.
