Time for Rooster Pheasants!

Jon and I went out on the opener to West Layton, where we've been duck hunting. But during all that time, we always hear roosters squaking. So we thought this would be a good place for the opening day. We walked forever, and never kicked up a bird. There is so much thick, tall cover that I think the phesants just held steady and let us walk by them. We didn't kick up a single bird. But we're going to try again.
I used to just live for the pheasant hunt, but got away from it after all my good hunting grounds were developed into housing sites. Yet I found I'm still excited about it, and want to get a rooster or two this season.
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