Opening weekends worth forgetting

Not all opening weekends for pheasant hunting turn out to be exemplary experiences. Take the time I agreed to hunt opening day in southeastern Wyoming in the mid-’70s with a guy named Dave, a nervous, chain-smoking character I met at work. The plan was for me to pick him up at his house at 5 a.m., drive to the Torrington area and arrive just before first light.

By: Bernie Kuntz, The Jamestown Sun