Half Marathon
This handsome pair of birds…
Just as Uncle Bill was crossing the barbed wire fence at the end of the field…
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.
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.
Tag: pheasant