Sandra and Me hunting pheasants

IN the fall time when Pheasant season opened I was one of the first in the field. I liked to shoot pheasants on the fly. And to watch the dog set a bird. I remember once when hunting Sandra asked to go along. Mom dressed her up real well--I remember her green coat.
We were out in a wheat field which was already harvested. I also had raked the straw so that I could bale it when the dew went off.
We weren't having very good luck scaring up a pheasant and we strolled along slowly. Then Sandra said, "Dad, I'll bet if I kicked at that windrow of straw there'll be a pheasant in it". Now realize there was many windrows in the straw field. I chuckled to myself and weighed the chances of a rooster to be in that windrow ahead of us --how many chances would there be? So I told Sandra to "go ahead kick that windrow". She went over and cocked her leg back and let go a healthy kick to lift a forkfull of straw. You wont believe it and I wouldn't if I didn't see it--I was there!! a nice big rooster flew out and I was so stunned I missed it!!
That was and will be a most fond memory.