I won’t be able to sleep tonight, again. Clint and our boys are going pheasant hunting. My pups will be excited to hit the fields. They have probably thought I’d forgotten all about them this fall. Clint has already killed a pile of birds. He’s kept me in the loop with countless photos. According to his reports we must have had a good hatch this spring. Like anything, bird numbers fluctuate from year to year. Hopefully we find a few to point and perhaps shoot.