A method to my madness for taking my wife to Boston for a Patriots game was the option to fly to Newfoundland.
Chris and his family treated like was a brother from the moment I got of the plane.
Great food and a few drinks. A wonderful Thanksgiving meal at Chris’s moms house.
Hunting was tough with the walking much different from the dry rough ground I am use to hunting. Naps on the tundra is like sleeping on a mattress if you get up where its dry. Unfortunately its also like walking on a wet mattress, except once in a while you can find yourself knee deep or ( up to your arm pits ) in a Bog hole. Walking 15 to 20 K each day on the tundra is a true work out that will test your stamina. Although pushing through the Willows can also test your endurance.
As all of us that have hunted most of our lives we realize that its not about the numbers, but the experience. Friends, dogs, and the camaraderie we share.
I was able to take some birds and experience the true Newfoundland.
Spent some time with Chris in his great shop, where Chris finished up my Remington DEO.
I hope some day to return and do some fishing for trout and a bucket list item to go cod fishing, something my father from Maine told me so many stories about, fishing for Cod with his uncle using handlines and a lead jig.
This trip was a bucket list item I will never forget.
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