Myself and two friends pull up to a dirt road intersection where we often hunt pheasants. It's snowing some large wispy flakes so I have my Benelli 20ga Montefeltro(5 shells). There is a nice corner with a dugout dirt stock tank. A few dead scrubby trees with good cattails for cover.

I climb up on top of the dirt mound from the back side.

Rooster flushes...BANG...Miss!
Rooster flushes...BANG...Miss!
Rooster flushes...BANG...Miss!
Rooster flushes...BANG...Miss!
Rooster flushes...BANG...Miss!

My friends are rolling back at the truck.

They never let me forget. I never will smile