Now I'm back at the cabin sitting in the man cave. I was a little late this morning and got to my spot at 10 to. Already loaded up with trucks so I gave a friendly wave and drove on. Lots and lots of hunters out. That can be seen as a negative but thinking of it now I'm glad so many people in this world enjoy pheasant hunting. Several times I passed spots with young kids out with their dads and I love that. I love seeing all the different dogs too. Anyways, I ultimately took the only spot I saw open and started hunting just before 930. I saw some birds pretty quick, missed one. After hunting a good bit and nothing to show, I decided to go all in and make this a big walk. I was conscious of the dogs and Temps creeping up to 60 and bright sun. Hunting two Goldens, the wind saved me. I hunted slow as the dogs would allow, frequent breaks, lots of water for the pooches. And I picked the lightest grass I could find. This was essentialy hunting flushers in pointer country. It was glorious. The dogs both got on a hot scent and it was off to the races. A little bit of pandemonium but I got both on the same page and managed to knock down my first rooster of the day. Granted he was lightly hit due to me, but the young dog carries her weight and tracked him down. If I get one rooster it is always a great day. What happened next I probably shouldn't relate. I backtracked a bit and a minute later a rooster flushed 5 yards away cackling and flying straight up like a hot air balloon. I straight up whiffed with both barrels. I've had a lot of great misses in my short hunting career, but this one takes the cake?. I really think that bird was taking a nap and I about stepped on his head. I started the long walk back, angry at myself for letting the dogs down. Good thing they're eternal optimists. It wasn't a short while later Skye, the older dog(almost 8) went full on birdy. I'm a slow learner, but I knew she was all business with her nose to the ground and working at a pace faster than any rooster could run. Suddenly a mature rooster exploded from the short grass hell bent for leather, flying low and fast. I don't think I could have looked her in the face if I hadn't dropped him. Thankfully I pointed true and she made a quick retrieve. I don't think there's any better feeling in the world than walking out of the field with a heavy sag in your game bag, gun empty and action open, happy dog walking lightly by your side. I know the golden hour is best, and so are corn edges. But I was lucky today and got 2 roosters midday in very light grass a long ways from any ag fields. I can't wait to go again.