I’ve still been busy finishing up lots of projects this past week, but before I show you, I want to show you something different that I did this weekend. I went hunting! But I wasn’t hunting for pheasants like my husband and FIL, I was “hunting” for some good pictures of them working. Joel has been asking for my to come with for years. I always find an excuse not to go, but it turned out to be pretty fun.
For those of you who don’t have high-speed internet, please forgive me for all the pictures. In fact, if you came here for quilting pictures, this post doesn’t have any and I will understand if you want to skip it. Although, like me, you might find it kind of fun!
Here I am all bundled up and ready to head out. I look more like I’m about to rob a bank than go hunting – but it’s cold in Minnesota right now!
For those of you who haven’t been hunting before, here’s how it works. Joel walked to my right.
Joel’s Dad walked to my left. Our dog Daisy runs ahead of them, going right, then left, then right again, over and over.
Guns are carried, always point up with the safety on. It’s unsettling to me to have the guns around, but to the guys in my family, it’s as natural to them as holding a needle is to me.
The grasses in the Minnesota prairies are so pretty –
I was also admiring this scenery. As Posie gets Cozy says, “Do marry a hottie. If you can swing it.” The sunset is pretty too.
Once Daisy locates a bird, she locks up on point. She is very focused and doesn’t move. She holds the bird there until the hunters come within shooting range.
Then the bird flushes. That’s pheasant hunters talk for “tries to fly away”. The bird is then shot down and the dog retrieves it.
Daisy comes back with the prize and is praised for her good work.
That’s one happy dog.
I don’t have that many good pictures or Daisy, as she is always on the move and hard to capture
Like this shot –
and this shot –
It’s so funny to just see her ears flopping and that big doggie smile on her face.
I like the old barns scattered across the county. My dad actually worked in this old barn when he was in high school. Joel’s friend’s cousin owns it now. That statement right there should tell you I don’t live in the city. Joel’s family knows almost everyone around here. They are related to many of them.
At sunset, the hunt is over.
This is probably my favorite shot of the day. There is something about a father and son playing, talking, and smiling together.
In case you are from the city and are wondering what a pheasant looks like, here’s John’s take for the day. They really are beautiful birds, full of vibrant colors.
Just like the sunset.
I’m glad I relented and went with the guys that day. It helped me understand why they love to go out and hunt – Being outside is refreshing, the exercise is invigorating, the scenery is beautiful, it’s fun to watch the dog work, it’s exciting when a bird flushes, and it’s fun to hang out and talk when the hunt is over. The only thing it’s missing is chocolate.