A Pheasant Hunt To Remember A fleeting moment happened the other day while driving pheasant with my big, little brother. I don't see him as much anymore... as time just gets away from us.This particular day was one that I will look back on. We were an hour outside of the Gallatin Valley and had met up with a friend of mine who drove in from the Shields Valley with his Pudelpointer. Together, we chased a handful of roosters from the cattails. It turns out that God was on their side during that glorious afternoon, which amounted to us doing a fair amount of chasing and not too much retrieving. My brother blamed it on them cheap shells, but I knew different. I had him swinging my favorite over/under, a Remington Model 32 that I had named "Sweet Lips" when I was just a kid. Unfortunately for him, she was in one of those moods... it can happen.That aside, it was one of my favorite days with him, further proof that it's not always about coming home with a limit in your vest.He would certainly agree with me when I tell you that this shot was the best of the day.