Sunday: no hunting, just football and a long walk with Ghost through exciting, rural Mobridge, SD. These are some random photos. The only thing open today are the gas stations and the fast food joints. Good times. At least the Vikings won today although the Jaguars aren't much of a team these days so we'll see about the rest of our schedule. Six and five isn't the end of the world, I guess.
I can't wait to get home and out of this cold, barren wind farm. Supposedly there are some waves coming in when I get home. That'd be nice. I also have some work on tap but the first day is Thanksgiving. C'est la vie.
Peace out, bitches!
2 comments:
that just FEELS cold. ghost looks good! anyway, it's almost over and the sun is shining and it's warm out in lalaland. i think y'all should hunt quail in september in south carolina!
We're already talking about a turkey/bobwhite hunt in South Georgia. Don't know when but it'll happen. Next year it's back to Oregon.
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