Couple pheasant today, hard points and held well, one by the setter and one by the young pointer. Walked 8 miles yesterday, 8 1/2 today.
I see those pictures in Shooting Sportsman, Sporting Classics and those other high end magazines, and I know if I only bought those fancy English clothes and special hunting boots, I would be more successful. I want one of those mule pulled wagons to take me around the field instead of having to walk. But here I am in my Pointer brand jeans and my special hunting hat from the Miner's Club in Zortman, Montana.
Some years ago, we posted a picture of several of us around the back table at an old store in rural South Dakota. One of our blue blood Eastern society members here said that we were " crimson clad rustics cavorting on linoleum." Well, we ate lunch at the farmer's cafe today. There was no linoleum. It was tile.
And the sun sets on another good bird season out in fly over country.
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