The first time your young bird dog runs into the brick wall of bird scent and freezes - for a few sweet seconds, time stops. You never forget the first real point.
You don't remember the shot - only the point.
Trish and Penny after a great day afield. Tomorrow the grouse will go into the crockpot with my special wild rice recipe. The wings and tails will be frozen and used as reference in future
bird sculpture workshops.
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