I have just watched my pal, fellow member, Keith Bedard, wash the dishes. We had a lovely Pinot Grigio with two ribeyes, and 4 'patridge breasts.
We jumped a mess of woodcock yesterday, so ran into town for a stamp, and, naturally, never saw another.
Some people count flushes, but if I ate 'flushes' I wouldn't be looking for new holes in my belt. We count dead birds, and while we missed a bunch, all were on the wing, and ended the day with three very plump birds. Several 'neighbors' on the road, feathers flying, claimed to limit out. I did see lots of proof on my wifes' cousin's front porch.
BTW, we're in the part of Maine that has chickadees on the plates, not lobsters.
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