Last Friday, Jerry took the day off to go prairie chicken hunting with his good buddy, Stu. They met up with two more guys, and shot their limit of prairie chickens. Needless to say, they are in my freezer, but I won't be cooking them. There's just something about seeing the birds in your husband's hands, then watching him twist off their heads and clip their feet, and throw the remains in the trash. Pretty hard to want to cook that meat. =) But, oh well. They had a ball, and Jerry says that he feels so much better after using his shotgun.
There's Zoe, and in the very faint background you can see the wind turbines
More hunting buddies
Jerry walking the field with Zoe in front of him
Those prairie chickens had seen better days...
Jerry with the dogs -- Gunnar, Zoe, and Scout after their great day!
There's Zoe, and in the very faint background you can see the wind turbines
More hunting buddies
Jerry walking the field with Zoe in front of him
Those prairie chickens had seen better days...
Jerry with the dogs -- Gunnar, Zoe, and Scout after their great day!
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Where's Fletch?
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