My cousin invited me back out to Highlands Sportsman's Club again recently. The main purpose was sporting clays, but we got a little "hunting" in too. The dog, a German shorthair pointer, that you can barely see in the shot where I'm about to shoot the pheasant had to be put down this spring (she was 11 years old and was having some bad seizures), so it was a bit of bittersweet trip. We managed to scratch a few birds out of the weeds, though the new dog (me) isn't as adept at retrieving. It's only a game farm though, so finding the birds is easy. I used my Woodside for sporting clays, but it wouldn't feel right to leave my Gold Label in the car when after birds, so I switched it up. It was fun time with my Rugers.