Frothing at the mouth...
Now that Halloween is over, it's official. I'm starting to froth at the mouth, chomp at the bit, and barely sit still. Pheasant season starts in nine days.I cannot wait.
I'm like a little kid at christmas. I know it's only a few days off and the "presents" will be a tangible item. I've already ordered my ammo from the G-man as he loads his own shells with a little more oomph than factory loads. My boots are good too go, my shooting shirt is great. I do need new gloves, but I'm afraid it will be too warm to even need gloves for the first weekend. Saturday is set, with the pheasant club, but Sunday is up in the air as to where we will go.
I think this year will be worse than last year as I'm ready to go. I think this year, I'm going to use this blog to keep a tally of what all I manage to shoot this year.
I'll be surprised if I get any sleep the night before.
posted by Rusty @ 10:03 PM
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