So after mass I went out to
$undisclosed location to look over some private land on which the landowner has offered to let me hunt, and I gotta tell you, what a DOOZY!
Whether i hunt there or not, this is a wonderful piece of land, and if i am lucky enough to get to hunt there, I will be very fortunate indeed. I still have incredible memories of hunting Mr James’ land, and I still owe him for his kind generosity.
One of the highest honors a hunter can recieve is the invitation to hunt private land, and I’m always honored to be asked.
Then I visited Mr B and Midwest Chick (Too late, alas, to meet with the lovely Brigid) to discuss the acquisition of some combustibles, and horse trading (and the occasional gagging by Midwest Chick at my references) began.
It was a real pleasure to meet you, the offer was genuine, and I’m tickled that you visited the pied a terre. Her Indoors was particularly interested to hear about the raccoon damage in the shed, and Son & Heir was happy to hear that his papa isn’t the only person who likes to carry/shoot- we got him his first .22 rifle this weekend!
Sweet! Was it Cabelas?
Not this time- we were jammed up for time (going back to Indiana after 24 hours is inconvenient), but it’s on the “next trip over” list. The only item on it, actually.