My son’s first pheasant hunting trip was planned & he was rarin’ to go! That was until a Thursday nite mishap caused him to sprain his ankle which would have shortened his endurance for the length of hunt we had planned. Mother Nature intervened, bringing a whole lot of snow and postponing the weekend trip allowing Bryce a little recovery time!
A week later, we headed towards Hastings for the much anticipated hunt! I was amazed at how excited he was and knew this was a special time for the two of us. Most ten year olds would have thrown in the towel More >