After two days of frustration on public land, we were able to hunt our friends’ private land today and I limited out almost immediately on some wild roosters. There were three dogs in the field and mine pointed 8 of the 11 birds taken. It was a day to be proud and be thankful for the opportunity presented to harvest God’s bounty.



A humorous exchange at the beginning of the hunt as my companion unsheathed his 3” magnum camo pump. My friend : “whatcha huntin this year?” Me “this old Purdey”. “Sounds foreign.” “ It is.” “I had a Lefever once” “Oh?” “Yeah, shot a 1450fps pheasant load in it and the dang thing locked up, had to break it over my knee to open it and it was all torn up.” “Sorry that old gun failed you.” “Yeah, bummer”



Owen