Badger Bird
A moment later it sprang to it’s feet and sprinted towards…
And for the first time in as long as I can remember I hunted alone with Indie.
Just as Uncle Bill was crossing the barbed wire fence at the end of the field…
On the basement wall of my hunting buddies parent’s house hangs the fan of a big, wild turkey.
There’s something special about hunting on the last weekend of the season.
Indie quartered my way in the tall grass, headfirst into a brisk, frosty breeze…
Lola is Laura’s dog to keep her company while Indie and I are away chasing birds.
Howling winds and bitter cold usually make our January pheasant hunts mildly unpleasant.
She then raises an eyebrow and looks quizzically at my shirt.
A bird hunter’s mantra is simple, always trust your bird dog.
Fifteen minutes into the field Indie froze to a point at the base of a frosty plum thicket.
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