How it began

In December of 2007 a friend asked me if I wanted to go pheasant hunting. It had been awhile, but I was looking forward to it. We parked by the abandon farm house and I was told about all the pheasants we would be seeing. In less than a quarter mile, the birds started to run and take off. We took off running, but when we got close enough to shoot, I needed to catch my breath. My friend was right. There were so many birds, by the time it took me to catch my breath and pull up the gun to shoot, I was still able to bag two of the three bird limit. On what seemed to be the long walk back to the truck. As I was still a little short of breath, a third bird filled out the limit.

I thought what a day. I never saw so many birds, but I also thought, WOW was I out of shape.