Things didnt start out that great tho. Second field I hunted was CRP, Milo and I were walking straight when a rooster flushed wild at my 3 oclock about 30 yards away and started flying towards my 6 oclock. I normally wouldn't waste the shot but I was all jacked up on PHEASANT ADRENALINE and put the shotgun to my shoulder....BOOM. The #4 shot I had chambered reached out and sent that male genitals tumbling. Probably the best shot I've ever made in my life and I was freaking JACKED.
Milo was 10 yards in front of me and had no idea where the bird landed so I made a beeline to where I thought the bird had landed. When I got there I took off my favorite/lucky hunting hat and hung it on a large desiccated sunflower stalk to mark the spot and started looking for the bird. 10 minutes later I coudn't find it then I realized I couldnt find my my hat either since the wind had blown it off the stalk. Spent about 30 minutes looking for my hat and the bird before admitting defeat.
Sucker must of took off running.