Mason wasn't so scared of the birds this year. He was thrilled to see and touch them. He didn't want to come inside when it came time to clean the birds, but I didn't want his touchy hands in the way while they were plucking and cutting them. We didn't get to eat any pheasant this year, what a
coincidence that my brother decided to fix pheasant the night we were leaving. The good news is we live closer now and will be able to bring home 8 birds. I have no idea how to prepare pheasant, but I am looking forward to learning. If I mess it up we will have to wait a whole year before we can try it again.
The men went out hunting again this year. Rob's back wasn't hurt this year so he was able to participate. We are lucky they weren't hunting to feed the family. They didn't get a lot of birds, so the joke was to say this is a $x amount per bird and if they went out to feed the family they would have failed miserably. I never actually got the specific figures. All that matters is that they all had a good time. The time is fast approaching where I am going to have to get Mason into a hunters safety course so he will be able to join them. I was shocked how the kids scooped up the dead birds to look at them and hold them. Ellery liked how soft the feathers were.
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