1/2 pig 1 white pheasant Sorensens Dec 16, 1978 Per couple fog, from daylight till 11:30 when it started to lift, but not break. He sat in star blinds till noon, staring at the opaque face of fog hoping to see a duck fly out. Once in a while this actually happened but you rarely are ready to get off a shot. I got off just one at a lone cock sprig that came over me from behind, and damned if I didn't wing tip him. He hit in the middle of the pond (I heard him go down, couldn't see) and took after him with the dog. He got on the fresh scent and tracked him far enough to steer me on the right bearing. Through the fog I finally saw a little hill cutting the surface and I shot at the hill, thereby putting the dog on the bird as he brought him in - a nice fat duck. Snipe were wild and very hard to see so we didn't spend any time on them. Hunted pheasants after lunch with Morris Cox and Glen Starr. Found a few birds in last corner and adjoining ditcher. I checked out early with one hen. En route home about half way to Overhill I came to a steel power line torn in a sugar beet field with pheasants sitting all over it like decorations on a Christmas tree. At one moment I counted 16, but birds kept flying up out of the field to alight on the steel bars while others flew back down. Both at home both. Very odd.