Birds there were and none came home with us. 50 degrees, light wind, almost full sun and scattered pheasants. Cold weather would bunch them up. The good news is that there were birds in each field. None are upset about none coming back with us. Kaia is pooped but she had a great time. Imagine running through tall grass that you part with your nose!
So that's my story and I'm sticking with it!
Takk for alt,
Al
No this is not pheasant hunting, I'm trying out my .22 caliber pistol on Okinawa...and no, I couldn't hit anything.
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