I packed in the decs for the first time this season. There's a pond where I've been seeing ducks while pheasant hunting so we decided to give it a try even though the reports haven't been good. When we got there we kicked out about 20 swans and over 50 mallards.
"They'll be back..." I said.
Nope. Never took a shot.
At some point, while waiting, Cutter took off behind us in the cattails. I called him back but he wouldn't stop whining. A few minutes before the end of shooting hours we walked back to where he was looking and sure enough, about a hundred yards back he flushed a pheasant.
Good nose, Cutter.
Keep 'em where they live...
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