Ok, time for an amusing anecdote that has absolutely nothing to do with anything relevant to this blog. Hey, that’s why I have a “ramblings†category.

Hunting season is upon us. It’s that time of year when the shotguns come out of storage and it is not uncommon to see people wearing funky orange vests (often with shotgun shells on display) on their way to or from their search for pheasants. At least, this is the case where I’m from.

Well, on Saturday I went out with some friends in search of the elusive ring neck and, after walking in the fields, cattails, etc all day long, came home with one bird. I didn’t get my limit of three, but it wasn’t because we didn’t see any, I just couldn’t seem to hit them. Oh well, it’s better than none and I still get to eat some.

So I brought the bird home and laid it on my porch next to my front door while I took the rest of my stuff inside. I was inside getting things put away and cleaning the place up a bit and about an hour and a half or two hours later remembered that I still had to take care of the pheasant.

I go out to clean the bird and…wait a minute, where did it go. I know I left it right here! The bird was gone, just disappeared. There was no trace of it, not even a feather left behind. I’m guessing that the neighborhood cat got it and had a tasty meal that night.

I looked around the yard a little bit and didn’t see any sign of it. You would think that at the very least there would be a few feathers lying around the yard or something, but nope, nothing.

My theory is that the neighborhood cat got it, but I don’t know for sure. Besides, a pheasant is a fairly big bird for a cat to just pick up and walk off with. What happened to that bird and where it ended up is still pretty much a mystery. I guess next time I’ll have to take care of the bird before I put the rest of my gear away.