ending the season in style
Crockett the "wonder dog" and I ended Pheasant season in style this morning. We harvested one beautiful "rooster" pheasant, and then went over to another field and popped a couple of quail. He worked so hard. At one point in the day, we were simply crossing a wheat field, and he kept running back to me, looking with this glint in his eye - he was having a blast. They joy of bird hunting really is watching the dog work. I think I bagged 10 pheasants for the season. Much fun.
Can you believe January is over. I'm having such a difficult time (yes, my tongue is planted firmly in my cheek) deciding what to do this evening - watch the Enid Boys play basketball, or watch W. give his speech. Basketball or speech - basketball or speech. Hmmmmm.
Still praying for rain.
posted by the sojourning pilgrim @ 1:06 PM
2 Comments:
Doc I wish you could've danced in the rain with me Saturday! I thought about you. I really missed Cornerstone on Sunday too. I bet the choir sounded like angels!
So, how did you fix 'em? Broiled?
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