Brought back good memories. I have midwest relatives that are big on flushing dogs for pheasant. I had so many comments after an hour in the field I decided to kennel my English Pointer, because she didn't hunt their way.
I only had about an hour alone with the pointer at the end of the day and she locked up just fine on a rooster. I just tipped it and it sailed off a couple hundred yards, but she found it again with a steady point. One of my good old days, more meaningful than spending time with many people.
She was pretty good on Texas bobwhites. When the counts were up, she'd hold point in the middle of big feeding coveys that were probably spread out over fifteen yards. A lot different though than figuring out a couple hundred running pheasant.
