Field of Dreams
There is a pheasant field in the middle of Kansas that I have both dreams and nightmares about.
There is a pheasant field in the middle of Kansas that I have both dreams and nightmares about.
My buddy Dennis recently told me a story that drove this point home…
A new hunting buddy was telling the group about his dog, a British Lab.
Tim recently decided to focus his attention on deer for a few days.
Spirits were down slightly on the second morning of hunting after yet another unproductive walk on the prairie.
I expected to see a bird drop, when BANG! a second shot rang out.
The ultimate prize for most bird hunters is shooting a bird with a band.
A trio of pheasants, two hens and a rooster, scoot into the grassy fencerow.
So this evening I mixed up a couple tubes of JB Weld and put the puzzle back together.
After the presentation, a woman approached me about the photograph.
The serenity was abruptly interrupted by a blurry flash of feathers in the headlights. And then came the solid, hollow thud.
For the third year in a row, we’ve been fortunate enough to hunt pheasants on her birthday.
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