I was out looking for a few left over pheasants last Saturday at Beltzville and while I could hear a couple of them cackling in the briars next to the lake, their calls were muted by the steady drone of the gas augers out on the ice. More than a few ice fisherman were out there braving the elements and trying their luck. I didn't hear any yahoos out of them and they heard no shots from my Remington 870. Better luck to all of us next week.
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