The funniest hunting experience happened when Mary was in high school and on a Christmas morning we drove to Caseys to pick up something and of course had to take a quick trip to do just a minute of road hunting. Well dad shot a partridge (Minnesota style sticking the shotgun out the window) and Mary trudged through the snow to get it. Every time she reached down to pick it up the partridge would run. I suppose you had to be there but Mary and I have had lots of fun with this story over the years. Actually maybe it is just me that has had so much fun with the story.
This morning is a close second. Got up and put a pair of jeans on and was relaxing watching the sunrise and checking email. Walking into the bedroom noticed a flock of geese flying low coming toward the house. I ran out into the living room and grabbed my goose gun that sits loaded by the front door, ran out on the porch bare footed and bare chested and lo and behold shot the goose you see in the photo. When I got shirt and shoes on and went out to retrieve my goose my friend Virg was walking accross the field toward me. He had two geese that he shot and after he shot the same flock was the one that came over the house. Want you to know I can count the number of geese that I have shot out here can be counted on one hand with fingers left.
