That tracks
Few signs are more welcome in the late season uplands than a stretch of pheasant tracks along a snow-rimmed piece of birdy habitat. Be it a slough, a stretch of brush, or a bushy shelterbelt planting of olive caraganas or crimson dogwoods, anywhere those four-toed imprints weave and wind their way from the outset of the hunt to the spot where a bird gets up under the steady point of a good dog is an enjoyable indicator that one is in the right spot, and birds were, are, or are going to be in the near future for the outing. Even those old tracks tend to get my adrenaline going, the ...