Or I should say, when in North Dakota...
You know me. I always need to check out how the locals spend their free time. In my free time here, I never expected to go hunting. Just my luck, some lovely new local friends invited me to join them opening weekend for an early morning of pheasant hunting.
Growing up in Pennsylvania, you'd think I would be well-versed on gunning game. But the whole experience was quite foreign. Don't worry, since my only experience shooting dates back to the days of Nintendo's Duck Hunt(and quite honestly I'm not sure I would pull the trigger if needed!)us ladies walked along and kept the pushing to the professionals.
Up and at 'em before sunrise.
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Walking the grassy fields. |
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Don't forget about Turk, an excited springer spaniel who helped flush out the roosters. |
Success! Obligatory hunting shot. No I did not finish this guy off, but we thought it would add a little something to the photo.
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In case you're wondering about my attire, I must reluctantly admit that IS a Denver Broncos jersey you see. Forced against my will in the name of safety - must wear orange. But hey, orange is the new black, right?
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Feels like winter is coming fast up north. I've been channeling my domestic diva and cooking up fall foods in the kitchen.
Freakishly excited that canned pumpkin is on the shelves. Last year Down Under, we couldn't find pureed pumpkin in the shops. So I stocked up and made these biscuits for brekky:
Warming up today with one of my favorites: white chicken chili.
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