Griz44
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9.15 PM, Just got home. The day started at 4 AM with a quick cup o joe and a sausage on a bun. Hunting buddy shows ups at 4.30, he gets a cup of coffee, we load up and roll.
5.50 AM - arrive at the killing fields and meet 40 others who have done the same thing you just did. Spend a few minutes greeting old friends and making a few new ones. Wait for first light, it seems like forever.
6.10 AM - 1/2 mile hike into the fields, sit on a bucket and wait for the fun to begin.
Fast forward 13 hours
7.30 PM - get everything picked up and ready to go home. Birds are cleaned, shoulders are sore, most of the 6 boxes of Remington heavy dove 7-1/2 are missing. My legs feel like rubber, my old arthritis infested knees are swollen and in dire need of a hot soak. There are two maxed out bags of breasts in the cooler. Very tired and very happy smiles abound.
There will be a feast at my house tomorrow. Gun cleaning and hosing down will have to wait. Dove breasts cradled in a half sliced jap with a slice of onion, wrapped in smoked bacon and tenderly tended on the grill. There will be lots of beer to sooth sore legs and aching backs. There will be stories to tell, and yarns to spin.
Life is good.
I just wish I had more of them in front of me than I already have in back.
5.50 AM - arrive at the killing fields and meet 40 others who have done the same thing you just did. Spend a few minutes greeting old friends and making a few new ones. Wait for first light, it seems like forever.
6.10 AM - 1/2 mile hike into the fields, sit on a bucket and wait for the fun to begin.
Fast forward 13 hours
7.30 PM - get everything picked up and ready to go home. Birds are cleaned, shoulders are sore, most of the 6 boxes of Remington heavy dove 7-1/2 are missing. My legs feel like rubber, my old arthritis infested knees are swollen and in dire need of a hot soak. There are two maxed out bags of breasts in the cooler. Very tired and very happy smiles abound.
There will be a feast at my house tomorrow. Gun cleaning and hosing down will have to wait. Dove breasts cradled in a half sliced jap with a slice of onion, wrapped in smoked bacon and tenderly tended on the grill. There will be lots of beer to sooth sore legs and aching backs. There will be stories to tell, and yarns to spin.
Life is good.
I just wish I had more of them in front of me than I already have in back.
