Just got home from our annual pheasant hunting trip in South Dakota. Every year my brothers, our boys and my stepfather converge on Murdo, SD for a weekend of hunting, laughs and bonding. The event has become a tradition that has created and continues to create some wonderful lasting memories. The expense is astronomical but the reward and the building of boys into men, and strengthening our relationships far outweighs the financial downside.
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| Cory, Pheasant Hunt 2012 |
My son Cory, and I hate to admit this, has turned into a better shot than myself. I enjoy watching his success and the good time he has with his cousins, uncles and Grant, my stepfather. This year we had great success in terms of the number of birds bagged, limited out every day. And on more than one occasion ran out of shells in the vest before running out of birds popping up. It's just insane how many pheasants are grouped together in some of the fields we hunt in Draper, SD. Below are a few of the photos from this years hunt.
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| Younger Generation Hunting Crew |
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| Cory finds a snake, thankfully not a 'Rattler' |
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| Cory & Dennis - Draper, SD |
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| Dennis & Brother Shaun with live bird. |
Note the bloodied cheek, Shaun was a little close with one shot.
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| Cory and Dennis, limited out |
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| Grant and boys, 2012 |
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| Hunting Crew 2012 |
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| Older Hunting Crew |
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