Here's stupe. She hasn't lost her enthusiasm for hunting upland birds. This is uplifting for me.
I was in such a jovial mood after such a successful first outing that I donated a bird to some kin. An email soon advised me that the bird hit the plate adjacent to such things as homegrown white carrots and gorgonzola cheese. It also suggested I keep hunting.
Deal.
1 comment:
dammit...you made me spill beer, on my pants.
Lucky bummer.
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