OntarioHunter
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I have shot countless waterfowl triples but this is the first for pheasants. Not an easy accomplishment. First, it requires an empty bag as the daily limit is three roosters. Bird numbers are still very low this year so just finding three roosters together is a rarity, especially this late in the season. Today the weather was the pits: 25 degrees (F) with winds out of the north 20-25 mph. Frigid. I just couldn't make it work with a glove on my shooting hand. Can't feel the trigger. I still managed to hit two roosters hard enough to bring them down but both flew off again. After three hours of freezing my butt off and fighting blowdown cattails and bullrushes I was ready to hang it up. Ellie was plumb wore out. We were walking the road back to the Jimmy when she went on point in front of me. She was on a corner barely in sight. I quickly worked my way around to the far side of her and waited. Totally expected it to be another hen. Up goes a squawker through the willows. Not a tough shot but not easy either. Just as it fell another rooster gets up almost at my feet. That was an easy going away shot and I creamed him. Ellie went for it. No more shells in my right vest pocket so I peeled the left glove and pulled one out. As I shoved it in three more roosters bailed. The one on the right flew down the road. I dropped my glove, shouldered the magnum A-5, and knocked him down. He wasn't hit hard. Meanwhile Ellie is messing around showing off with the second dead rooster, oblivious that others are on the ground. I finally had to go to her and get the pheasant. The third rooster was closest so went after it first. It ran into a big ditch full of bullrushes. Ellie chased that bird around in the ditch for more than a half hour before finally nabbing him. Couldn't turn up the first one that fell in the willows ... or the glove I dropped. Went to the Jimmy, warmed up for a while, then went back with my 11 year-old Fr Britt "Puppy." She eventually pinned it down against a big Russian olive and Ellie brought it in. Helluva day. I won't forget it.
Edit: Should clarify that I was off the road in the willows when I shot and the last rooster flew in the direction of the road. He hit the ground five yards from it. As far as I know I was the only person crazy enough to hunt there yesterday.
Edit: Should clarify that I was off the road in the willows when I shot and the last rooster flew in the direction of the road. He hit the ground five yards from it. As far as I know I was the only person crazy enough to hunt there yesterday.

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