Anticipation
My shooting student Joe Wood and I are leaving tomorrow morning at 6:30 to hunt Bob Whites. I always stack my stuff up by the front door the night before. The dogs and I start getting excited when I start stacking it up. I made my dogs whoa in front of my table and snapped this picture. Not such a great picture and for the life of I don't know how to keep their eyes from doing the Little Annie Orphan bit. That is my little O Frame sixteen and I am very fond of it. I have started wearing a full brim hat to lower the chances of skin cancer. The oil cloth vest is behind the dogs and has MagTech brass shells loaded with black powder and #7s. The canvas bag is full of dog gear. That is the first pheasant I ever killed - hunting by myself with a cheap Spanish SxS 410 the first season we ever had in Texas. Shot him once on the way up and once on the way down and he was dead, dead, dead. I was twelve
Normally I can't get Joe up that early but it is supposed to get up to 72 tomorrow and that is really too hot for the dogs so we are going to quit at Noon. We are going to eat at Nuttin' Fancy in Clarendon on the way back and Joe will outfumble me for the check again.
Best,
Mike
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