Especially Ego's. There is something satisfying about "loading up" at the truck, other guys dumping 4pounds of ordinance in their pouches, and me putting half a box of .410's in each front pocket, grabbing my crown royal 1.75 liter velvet bag for dead birds, and sharing the results later. I'll take the rubbing, cuz as usual it is disguised jealousy.

I love the look Hobbs, my Vizsla, gives me following my second miss in a row.