Hunting: A Great Birthday Present
My birthday is on Februrary 1st and the season ends the day before. Everybody knows the kid who always asks to open a present a few days early whether its Christmas time or around the kid’s birthday. Well pheasant hunting always was my early present. My Dad would gather family and friends and we would trek westward to our hunting grounds. I would wake early in the morning to a hot breakfast and everybody would pack on the warmest clothes they could find and we’d pile into the truck. The dogs would be so excited we could barely hold them at bay when we arrived at the field. Then the time we’d all been waiting for would come and we would step into field and the hunt begins.
When I was younger the grass we would wade through would reach above my head and it was all I could do to raise my 20ga shotgun and attempt to kill a pheasant. Back then my Dad would often fire at the same time and even though it was his shot that knocked the rooster from the sky he’d tell me it was mine. As time progressed and I was able to shoot better and better, and the grass was no longer over my head it became a competition to see who would limit out first. Those are some of the memories I cherish most. Hunting with family is an irreplaceable joy something everybody should experience.