As a few of you know My dad passed way a few weeks ago so I took the dog and went by my self. well it was a good day we set out a few deeks and kicked it on the ground with a box of raspberry filled doughnuts and the shot gun. I chatted with dad and God, and the dog. Did me pretty good to just kick it alone, There were literally hundreds of these nice fatty ducks around. They where working good with out any calling is what amazed me is I didn’t ever where any real concealment. my coat blue jeans and the dog. But hey its was good. Looking for a few new hunting buddies for the week days if you have some time and would like to go with me or wouldn’t mind one joining ya my door is always open. Shoot me a call or pm Jim W
In memory of Floyd M. Wright; Nov 3 1925 - Oct 8 2007. you were the greatest, I love you Dad.
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