Hunter’s Heaven | By Robert DeWitt
The strip of woods beside the quiet, two-lane highway is hardly more than 100 yards long and 25 yards wide — a tiny island of trees and grass in a vast ocean of flat, snow covered, harvested grain fields.
Dennis Foster takes his Suburban with three hunters and four dogs to one end of the little patch of cover. Casey Weismantel drops one hunter off in the center of the patch and then carries two more hunters to the opposite end of the trees. Before he can load his gun, pheasants are popping out of the trees and gliding into the field across the road.