The decision to not have all of the non-residences purchase pheasant licenses this year was again the farthest thing from a issue. As always in the past, the point is to enjoy the food, the family, and the fun, which of course is the shooting. By mid morning there was some form of shooting going on. After lunch the residents tried their luck at a bird and came up short. It's tough with habitat loss. The rest of the afternoon we all proceeded to shoot until we were honestly sick of it. There was a trap station, a .22 station, a bow and BB gun station, and the old wooden picnic table which held a lot of guns and ammo. Brian even had a case of .38 special pistol shells that were fair game. It. Was. Awesome. I alone when through over 40 pounds of bullets... And that was just my stash.
Dave even brought tannerite and we proceeded to split some logs as we did last year.
Saturday even brought on the famed venison stew.
'Nuff said.
As per tradition we had the campfire roaring.
We even burned some old chairs.
The next morning was warmer and windy but still another beautiful fall day. Al and Brian took Mocha for one more walk for a rooster. They ended up walking far below, down on the public before they found one, but Mocha was a champ. Point, chase, flush, retrieve. I wasn't with them, but was glad the pup got to hunt some roosters again.
Before our lunch meal, Dad coordinated a family prayer service in the house. It was nice to just sit down and have some reflection time. There were many reader participants and Dave and Co. provided the music.
Another year, another successful camp!
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