This pheasant season was a new one for me...not a single bird in the bag. I've been reflecting on it and I think I fell into the common problem I have with fishing...I hunted memories. I hunted the same places the birds were last year, expecting them to be there again. When we didn't find a single bird...I'd think "well they SHOULD be here" and the next time I'd go out, something in my brain said "go back, I bet they're there again". Murphy would point a hen here or there, but we were not seeing the numbers like years past. By the time I got out of my own way...it was the last day of the season. We went out and, while still no roosters, Murphy had several solid points on hens that would have been chip shots (as long as I did my part). It was nice to give him some action instead of just a walk through an empty field. Picture is of a tired pup after our last hunt. 
