Now that I’m too old and heavy for my dad to carry me on his back pheasant hunting, I’m thankful for every time that I was able to go along for the ride! I did not like watching my dad and dogs walking away from me and having fun in the upland fields withOUT me. This was the the first time that I was able to “participate” in the hunt. As time passed, I would provide running commentary… “You got him, dad!” “Oh darn, you missed him, dad!”