Last week Indie turned three. For the third year in a row, we’ve been fortunate enough to hunt pheasants on her birthday. And for the third year in a row the first pass of the first field has yielded a high-tailed, graceful point, a raucous, explosive flush and a gaudy, late-season rooster in hand.
I can’t think of a better way celebrate my pup’s birthday.
Neither can she.