Three of us went out after the morning deer hunt. Let the dogs work a couple of tree rows and came back with enough for lunch yesterday. Getting ready to put my boots on and do it again. LOTS of birds!
This story does not end well. My buddy's farmhouse is on a blacktop road. I turned my back for a second to grab my gun. My brittany was already on the highway. I buried my hunting partner of 11 years this afternoon. Been a crappy day.
So sorry man. That's hard to hear. Like losing a bit of yourself when they go too soon like that.