So today I went out pheasant hunting and my shooting was horrific. Saw a lot of birds and got shots off at three of them. First thing this morning we were working our way through some trees and grass when my dog came back to me with a rooster. At first I thought it was a dead bird that somebody had lost the day before but when he got to me, he dropped it at my feet and it was still alive. It tried to run but the dog was on top of it again. This was the first time I've ever seen that happen. The weather was real cold and there was frost on the ground so I'm thinking that that helped him because the bird didn't want to move. When it warmed up other roosters were jumping like normal. If it wasn't for him, today I would have been skunked.