We continued south along the creek, finding a couple more pheasants but nothing more than a few floating feathers to show for our effort. A draw ran along the ridge behind where we parked the trucks and Les (our guide) said we should give it a shot. Unfortunately, Yeager (a pointer, pronounced like the booze) was too enthusiastic and got too far ahead of us and flushed a covey of about a dozen pheasants up outside of bow range. We all tried some long shots,and while fun,was made in vain. Our group made a swing around the hillside and worked back up to the trucks. The guide said we had a few more minutes before lunch and I asked if I could make one more short sweep up the trees with Yeager. The guide gave me the thumbs up and I was joined by bullcalf and another member. Turned out to be a good decision.