SUCCESSFUL PHEASANT HUNT 75 
covey of quail. But not once during the 
actual pheasant season had we flushed more 
than two pheasants from the same spot at 
the same time, until this very last day. 
Yet it was a covey that Byrd had in front of 
her then. At least six or eight splendid 
pheasants rose at one time and tore like the 
wind on their speedy wings across the open 
space. Verily do I believe, had but one or 
two birds gotten up, that I should have 
nailed at least one of them. But I was not 
expecting so many and when they all flushed 
at once I was simply swept off my feet— 
and missed them all! 
The other fellows were laughing so hard 
they could not talk and I was in the same 
fix from embarrassment. It surely must 
have been a sore disappointment to Byrd to 
make a find and stand such as that, only to 
have it result in naught. She did a splen¬ 
did job, no matter how much her master 
messed it up. 
We worked for some little time after that 
before running into any more birds at all. 
After a bit, however, Byrd began “making 
game”—but she was unable to bring this 
