I am blessed to have an old college friend that lives nearby and often invites me from time to time to hunt pheasant on a game farm/lodge just outside of Gettysburg, PA. He also usually donates his birds to me which my family and I always welcome.
This morning turned out to be an exceptional day for us and the dog "Boomer". Though I would have preferred a run at these birds with my longbow, it just wasn't an option. I used my late father's over under 12 gauge along with old paper shells I had inherited to great affect. The old shells were all still viable and we did ok on the birds ending with 8 chukar and one hen pheasant between the two of us.
Another old lodge member that was a Vietnam veteran chinook pilot, gifted me 3 more birds at the cleaning sink. We went out to lunch together, and since I bought his lunch last time, he graciously returned the favor. It is good to share some of these experiences with those that also love the outdoors and know that there are still solid and good people left in the world. The sun shined on us in multiple ways this morning.
I plan to save the breasts, perhaps for an upcoming cast iron dutch oven meal on a future fly-fishing campout in a few weeks. The legs, I will combine with some from another trip that are frozen, and can them for a pot pie maybe at the Baltimore Bowman shoot this year.
I am going to try to be a little more active on this blog with my adventures this summer.
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