Some weird fuckin' shit, eh, Bud?

Here are some more photos. Venard got a bird. The second one is the pile of burrs I pulled off of and out of my poor little dog. The last one is my new motto and comes from the back of a little old ladie's electric wheel chair. Go Oregon!

We walked a million miles and only got one bird and we are getting crazy. Of course, on the way out we saw three roosters just chillin' by the side of the road. Ah, yes, the peaceful joys of hunting.

Peace out, bitches!