The relocation to Peshtigo, all farmland. Where are the woodcock? No hunting buddies, just me and Clyde. After a short time I made some new friends and they hunted pheasant, O.K. me and Clyde can do that. One of the hunts took place by a friends house, we shot a few birds and had a good time. One of the guys hunting with us was a fella called Scooter, same thing happened to him that happened to me in Mercer, Scoot got himself one of those "Shorthairs" and the rest is history. We have hunted together ever since, over twenty years. Now we have this blog to fill you in on our crazed hunting stories, so hang with us. It will be a fun ride.
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