I used to walk the stalks in Nebraska with Dad, 50 years ago. He taught me to hunt. I like to pretend nothings changed, though everything has.Same thing for pheasants back in the cornfields up north. Modern farming techniques, subdivisions, and coyotes have all taken their toll. Now they have "clubs" putting on "hunts" that you pay per bird. Birds are released into the fields after money has changed hands. Sad.
I used to drive a lot of gravel country roads for work. It was the highlight of the season to see a cock (ring-necked pheasant) flush next to the road. If I was lucky, I'd see one or two a year. Some years, I wouldn't see any.
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