Nicely done, Greg. I couldn't help but chuckle though looking at you and the boys and your bag of birds.

Once again, this time down at the coffee shop yesterday, I heard how late season birds flush so far out and so wild that you better be able to shoot fifty yard birds or you go birdless.

All of us know the crier and I dang near peed my pants when one of the old farmers told him that with the mutt he hunts, he never sees a pheasant any closer than the far end of the field.

bc