The last hour of the last day. Doodle just doesnt want to quit, and refuses to come to the truck. I put her out for the final hunt taking 2 birds with 2 left barrels and missing 2 more. i tried a shortcut over to a new part of the cut and ended up slipping into thigh deep water rimmed with ice--wow, that will wake you up. Lucky the sun had come out for the first time in 2 weeks, so dumped the water out of my boots, rung the socks out and kept going. Killed a very, very small young hen earlier in the day over Fancy. A great final hunt.
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"How kind it is that most of us will never know when we have fired our last shot"--Nash Buckingham
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