CHAPTER VI 
A SUCCESSFUL PHEASANT HUNT 
O N Saturday, the 25th of November, 
1922, the last day of the pheasant 
season, Byrd certainly covered her¬ 
self with glory. Her work was a sufficient 
reward for all my efforts and a justification 
of my simple methods of natural training. 
That day was one of the pleasantest in all 
my hunting experience and shall live always 
in my memory. 
The alarm clock sounded a little after 
three o’clock in the morning, inasmuch as 
our engagement was for 5:15 in Piqua, and 
we had to drive about twenty-eight miles to 
get there. I was anxious for at least a roll 
and a cup of coffee before leaving Dayton. 
Mr. Harvey J. King wanted to get material 
for some paintings of points on pheasants 
and I had invited him to be my guest for the 
day. It would be hard to express my disgust 
and dismay when I arrived at the King home 
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