Pheasant season came to an end this week. It seems like our after-hunt picnics have become so elaborate that something had to give. Pat set up a Kelley Kettle and made hot butter rums with spiced rum. We had a spread of imported cheeses and meats. Rocket, 16 years old, hunted most of the season, but I'm pretty sure this will be his last. He trotted along heroically. He was sore after each hunt, but he managed to pick off a couple retrieves and swim across the icy creeks a few final times.