The pheasant fishing was good to excellent over in Torrington this weekend. Bill and I got 6 each, though there is some disagreement on this subject. . Most of Bill's were head shot, a single pellet breaking through the brainbox of a flushing bird. Henderson is a great retriever. When a bird is hit, he sprints forth and tackles it. But his nose needs works. He doesn't "hog the thickest cover" like his father does. He doesn't seem to smell them the way Rocket does. Rocket knows they are there. Henderson is just trotting along. I'm hoping to "wake-up" his nose this season. Today we're going out with some wings to see if he can get the scent. The Yoder Woman's Club provided two dollar a slice pie, free coffee and a warm place to hang out after hunting. This group has been doing this for 60 years. It was refreshing to be around people who don't fool with their cell phones during conversation, people who still read the occasional romance novel.Below, Bill and I have limited out early, possibly the earliest limit in Goshen County. Note the empty seats behind us. Those are reserved for the severe dog handlers, the ones who believe gun dogs should be kept outside on a chain. Those types of guys take all day to get a few birds because the simple fact is that their dogs hate them. I come from the school of thought that allows your lab to sleep in your bed with you, the dog-in-the-bed school. In the dead of winter we're all dreaming of ducks and pheasants.