I was sitting here reading this story when baby Sis pulls in the yard and says, "There's pheasants in the tree rows and I want one." I told her, "I'm reading about Last Dollar's pheasant hunt. Go grab a shotgun and shoot your own." "But I don't have a license", she whines. So I log out, grab the Ithaca 37 16 bore, and walk the center tree row because it's easier and I'm lazy today. Birds get up on the outside row and I try to get through a jungle and over a fence. When I get through the birds are now out of range but I fire one shot for effect anyway. Now I can finish your story.
