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went right to it; but the other was merely 
wounded and ran as only a pheasant can do. 
We would surely have lost it, had it not been 
for the way Byrd trailed it quickly and suc¬ 
cessfully—ending by bringing the big bird 
proudly to me. 
The territory in which we hunted that day 
contained over one hundred acres of solid 
ragweeds and was one of the best pheasant 
covers existing anywhere in the state. It 
was so thick we hardly saw the little dog all 
day. About the only way to follow her was 
to watch the waving of the weeds as she 
went through them; then if they ever ceased 
to move, the chances were she had a point. 
As already stated, she successfully brought 
two pheasants to a perfect stand—a pretty 
good start for the first day of a young dog on 
new game. Especially so in the case with 
game as wiley as Ringneck pheasants—than 
which there is no bird more crafty and diffi¬ 
cult to circumvent. One of the things that 
was mentioned particularly by those in the 
party was Byrd’s industry in her work. All 
day long she wove and wound her way 
through that terrible tangle of weeds and it 
