Dogs flushed five last Wednesday, along the WI, MN border, three of which landed in my vest. Limited out the previous weekend as well. Saw an interesting thing back in the woods: a bear had climbed about 20 ft. up a beaver chewed poplar. The bear's weight caused the tree to fall toward the side the bear was on, killing him. I turned on my GPS, marked the spot, went back to the car to get a camera and relocated the spot for some photos. Also got some wonderful shots of my three cockers with three woodcock. Once at home, I managed to goof and delete all the photos except the bear ones and a single, not so good one of Merlin, Gryphon and Cooper, my three cockers, and a woodcock. Oh well, it is the fleeting moments of birds and dogs in the woods that are emblazzoned in the memory. The photos never quite live up to the experience anyway.