A guy I knew growing up and racing motorcycles against , always a good guy off the track , on the track look out .
Later in life we realized we both had bird dogs so we hunted some hunt farms together . I had a connection to the owner of a Pheasant farm and if we hunted on Monday after a tower hunt we paid for 6 birds but could shoot as many as we wanted . He said he would rather we kept the bird population down so not to promote the coyotes and fox populations .
Any ways , my parents lived next to Manistee national forest and the DNR would do clear cuts each year to promote habitat . They did it randomly and it made great bird hunting , and I had a lot places where the three tier growth was just right each year .
He convinced me to take him one weekend , he had a great dog , and he saw more wild birds that weekend than ever before , Woodcocks and Pat's . He kept saying how much fun and how cool my spot was .
Next weekend he ghosted me , or I ghosted him not sure , but I went solo , I liked it better anyway , and guess who's van was parked at my spot ?
I was pissed , waited for him to come out , him , his son and stepson , I told him what I thought and he tried to laugh it off .
Never hunted together again .
