At least I won't be empty handed for the season. I fought all different kind of elements on a bird Saturday and brought her home. The sun was in my eyes, I was side hillin on a mules face, my partner (Trust me) was trying to push me out of the way asking me if I was going to shoot, an I still outdrew him and killed the bird 15 feet from me. It wasn't how I wanted to take one, but I had to break the ice. It was poorly handled by my old dog. It was really all in slow motion. I saw the bird come up and just left my gun down. He asked if I was going to take a shot, an I still left my gun down. I had to think about it for what seemed forever before I actually drew on it. After that, the rest is history. I heard another take off after the shot, but couldn't locate it. We got up 2 birds in 3 hollers. Whistle britches fount a small shed. It'll be a good toilet paper holder. It really is a pitiful year around here.