Years ago Roger started taking Paul and his brother pheasant hunting in Nebraska. When Paul and I got married and moved out there I got the invite to come. Slowly the group grew to my family and Paul's brother-in-laws. So now I intrude on the "boys trip" every year, but I just love it. So these are pictures of our trip to Nebraska last year. It is such a blast (no pun intended) and I can't wait until next month when we go and do it all over again. Someone has to control the population of pheasants and it might as well be us!
Not many people can pull off camo bibs!
It's a lovely table of death


My bro Mikey
Friday, October 17, 2008
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I don't get it. The birds can not see your bodies, but they can see your heads and chests? And please tell me all of thise poor deas birds got eaten.
I was posting in the dark and I suck at typign.
cute huntin' pics! You are too cool Nat. thanks for going to the canyon with us. It was way fun- I don't want to wash the campfire smell out of my hair.
Love it! Yeah- Camie and I are cousins. My mom and her mom (Lisa) are sisters. Small world! Tate is too cute! I love his hair!
I remember this hunt. I think you were prego. Looks like fun! (not)
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