Depending upon one’s feelings regarding the necessity of killing a bobwhite to call a day spent afield a “hunt” yesterday may, or may not, have qualified as a hunt. Despite the fact that we didn’t bother to carry our guns it certainly felt like bobwhite hunting. And what a bobwhite hunt!
A friend invited me, and my dogs, to join him for a day of horseback hunting in Kansas. The country was stark, beautiful and full of history. The company was comfortable and entertaining. Dot, Lilly and Gracie all got finds leaving poor old Ellie Mae as the odd dog out. It was my first time to ride up on dogs on point and it damned sure won’t be my last! Thanks Brad!
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