it was opening pheasant weekend at the jboy house. fortunately, the husband is not a rabid pheasant hunter who needs huge hunting parties and day-long excursions and big fancy hunting dogs. he is definitely a hunter. he's just not a Hunter. thank goodness.

and because he is not a Hunter, he was totally cool with the boys, the puppy and i tagging along with him on saturday afternoon. i wanted to see sidney at work and i wanted to see if crosby would like it. i was also wanting a long walk in a field on a sunny afternoon.

we left about 3:30. i decided to drive separately in case the puppy or the boys needed to come home early. the husband loaded the rusty 1993 dodge truck up with his eleven-year-old, three-legged best friend and i followed him out to see what this was all about. we immediatly started hitting gravel back roads along with the rest of south dakota. there was so much dust being kicked up it was like driving in a snow storm.

we "hunted" for about three hours and got one bird. i think the husband has a lot better luck when he's out there being "solitary man" cuz he and the hound usually come home with three in an hour. i drove the boys home and he stayed out a bit longer. on our way home, we saw two pheasants right in the middle of the road. i let the boys out to chase them :)

we got back to town and i just couldn't help myself. i had to go straight to the car wash. proof that i will never, ever be a Hunter myself. but i will gladly be the hunter's wife anytime.