Home after a SHORT trip.

Day 33, "Every picture has a story"

This is Gail's brother Allen.  I am guessing it was a LONG time ago.  Well the story is the pheasant .  The pheasant hunting was a BIG deal when we were growing up.  Often we could walk across the road and walk the shelter belt while getting several birds.  AND the way Mom fried them was the best ever.  Many fond memories of hunting every though Dad preferred to use Dave and I as bird dogs rather than hunting as he never bought us a shotgun.  Enough.

Terry and I arrived home this afternoon after a 500+ mile trip to ND.  I wanted to pick up some barn wood.  Well the story is kind of goofy.  I thought it was taken off the barn and was in a big stack but found out that it was still on the barn and one had to remove it.  I was NOT prepared for that but Mark saved the day and helped Terry and I.  We had a fun visit with Mary and Mark but of course it was short.  

I will blog again in a few hours!