Spring Wedgem 13th pleasant Sorenson Dec 3, 1977 FOG! We went to bed last night with the valley sparkling clear as a spanking south wind. Off and on during the night I speculated about which blind to choose (I was second choice), assuming Ted would exercise his choice & #2. What a crushing blow to wake up at 4:30 and find the world socked in at the wind sore. We went through all the motions just as though we were going to shoot ducks. Ted took #6, I went & 2, Dennis & 4, & Woody & 5. We ended up with seven birds between me, most of them killed between 11 am noon when the fog started to lift -- it never did break. We left the blinds at noon and came back to the clubhouse for some stiff drinks and a bit of lunch. After lunch we went out to vent our frustration on the poor pheasants. Made the usual hunts (hot corner, double ditch, north ditch) & killed 8 birds, all wild. I don't know where the liberated birds disappear to. Sike did well on retrieving but still doesn't know how to hunt pheasants. Forgot to mention last Wednesday that a bunch of about 40 Rose goose flew display - dodging over the Elks pond like a bunch of sandpipers in a country party of girls.