One day in late winter many years ago, I was game farm hunting with a couple friends and all three of us had some pretty hot dogs of field trial ilk. The bird guys put the birds out a little while before we arrived. We all figgered this was going to be a really easy outing; we were a little cocky. We put two dogs down at first and spent about an hour looking for the phez's. With long faces, we encountered the farm manager, the guy who put the birds out, asking if he was sure he had put birds out where we were hunting. He said, "Yup." And pointed about 40 yards away to a bird just watching us while the dogs were still busy searching. It was a good dose of humility.