Sue always fixes cherry pies one night, apple pies the next. She knows I love good tart cherry pie, but no, I could not have even begun to eat the whole pie myself, Good Lord no, I'd weigh 300 pounds. Any certainly not after a dinner of home grown ham, mashed potatoes, cheesy green beans, oven rolls with clover honey, a salad....we had to push back from the table.
We have a great time. What John didn't tell you is that he fought for position in the kitchen because he likes to cook and we all helped Sue clean up and wash. We tried to fool John with the Sioux City/Sioux Falls thing....they are about 80 miles apart.....but he wasn't buying it.
The crazy bird hunter who put a hole through the barn roof is Charlie. A couple years ago, he head shot a pheasant in the shelter belt and it flew over the barn and went up and up before it crashed straight down and through the roof. Charlie still hasn't fixed the roof.
Now about the tactics. Yes I did map out some of the fields and talk about the best way to work them while at the breakfast table. But with that darned Dunkle there talking all the time and joking not a one of those SOB's listened or retained a word I said. So we would go out to the fields and then these guys had the nerve to ask what we we going to do. So goes hunting with John, or more accurately, stumbling around the fields with my friends. Everyone had their opportunity to limit out every day, so to me thats what its all about.
What he didn't say is that John is a good shot and has good hunting sense, and he is funny and loves to rib people, so we managed well. So, good wine, good companions, good dogwork, great guns, decent weather and big big SoDak skies. What could be better?
Last edited by Bruce Day; 11-18-2009 at 12:54 PM..
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