Jobsite yesterday was a little local hunting club and clay range. My job took me back to the bird pens and the dog kennels. Pheasants, chukkar, and quail. I may buy a pheasant hen to cook, I have not had that since I was a kid. We raised them on the farm as a kid and my uncles used to bring them back from South Dakota each year on hunts. I will not mess any meat with shot.
Funny story from the caretaker, they rent dogs. Booked a hunt, asked customer if they needed dogs. "Nope, we have some". Are they any good? "No, but they can run around and scare birds up".
Paid for 25 Pheasant, killed 9. Should have rented a dog.....
Upland birds were never my thing, I became a rifleman and a pistol guy. Scatterguns were never my favorite. And my attitude with dogs, they really have to work, or they don't get to hunt with me. Kinda like people in my life. Smart ones get the pass. Dumb ones, well, its hard to find a use for them.