Sitting here reviewing pictures from the fall and winter and Murph Dog is sitting next to me, snoring away.
It's occurred to me that I pretty much stole this bird season from her. She's in her prime and I made it afield 3 times. One of the days I shot so poorly I think she laughed at me, but the last day of the season made up for two other mediocre efforts with the scattergun
That's horseshit in my opinion.
So a belated resolution. I'm going to get my dog's nose in the cover more come next fall.