For the past four years, our oldest son and his three boys have come up to the ol' homestead for a pheasant hunt. There's a local pheasant club, so it gives the boys a chance to go out and bag a few birds. Once again, great hunt. I'm at the point now where watching the dogs work and watching my grandsons shoot are the big highlights of the day for me. Came home, plucked birds, cleaned guns by the wood stove and watched football. Doesn't get much better than that.


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