An empty bag, but still a good day.

Powder ferreted her first rooster pheasant out of a huge pile of tumbleweed filling a deep gully, my friend’s experienced dog, snooted around and left, but Powder just kept with it. Had either of us paid more attention, we'd had another big mountain rooster. Also, Powder did well on some huns once the covey was broke up. I was very pleased she worked well with my friend’s setter, Penney, honoring her point(s) and working with her on a long chase with a running bird. Not too many opportunities for me... but still a good day.  Washington birds don't come easy.