In my high school days, I pheasant hunted a lot, but rarely brought something home. My sister would always ask, "Did you catch anything today ?" whenever I would walk in the house. No matter how many times I told her I wasn't trying to 'catch' something, it never slowed her down.
Then there was that day where I was crossing the last ditch before I got back to the house. I saw a rooster tail sticking out of the foxtail, so I grabbed it . . .and it moved. I pounced on the pheasant, pulled him out of the weeds that he was burrowed in, and tucked him under my arm like a chicken. He was very alive. I couldn't wait to get inside. Right on cue, my sister asked the famous question, and I answered, "It's funny you would ask, because, I did finally catch something today." She turned towards me, saw the rooster, and let out a real fine scream. I took him outside and let him go . . . that pheasant had provided all the fun I needed. That was the last time she asked me that question.
