Worn our from Pheasant Hunting

Yesterday neighbor Bob took off the afternoon from work and went on the great hunt with us. The Kadizzles had been drooling about trying to get permission to go into a honey patch of birds. The owner at the Buffalo Ranch was gracious and let us hunt his CRP. It was loaded with birds, and three idiots. Through confusion and poor hunting we managed only to get four birds when we should have had nine. As usual the birds out smarted us. We failed to execute the German pincer movement correctly. It is hard to do with just three people. With no one posting, the birds just poured out the end. Today will be a day of rest. Tomorrow we may make another assault in Saturday morning.