I remembered at 1am this morning that pheasant season opened today. I got all my gear ready, packed the car, and unsuccessfully tried to sleep a few hours, anxiously waiting for 6am to come. 6am came, I raced up to Monson's largest stocked area and proceeded to have a fantastic 4 hour armed walk About an hour in, I busted a bird out of some thick brush, put him in my sights, and realized he was a woodcock... damn. About 2 hours in, I got into a battle-royale with a pricker bush and in the midst of my spastic flailing a hen flushed out, but I was so tied up, I couldn't shoulder my double. Other than that, no-one else in the fields saw another bird (besides a rooster that got torn apart by something with claws). How did everyone else fair?