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For me to capture an image like this in my
native state in current times, as attested to by my sister, is
unbelievably surprising. She lives and works on farms in southern
Pennsylvania, where traditionally most of the pheasants roamed. She told
me she hadn't seen one in so many years that she didn't think there were
anymore. Even as a teenager, decades ago, when I hunted small game with my
.22 rifle I never once fired a shot at a pheasant. Now,
in this day of fading wildlife, to have one pose for me like this at close range in
the northern part of the state while on one of my visits, is about as
likely as winning the Pennsylvania lottery. My contention, however, has
always been that it's not so much luck as it is persistence. I spend so
much time in the field that I am bound to get some pretty special takes.
If I hadn't been here photographing this bird at this moment in time, I
might have been one county away photographing something even more
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