I don’t always have success when I hunt or fish. Actually, if I were to add my time, mileage, equipment, etc., each goose breast is costing me about $68 a pop. Each deer? I don’t even want to know.
But what I also get from hunts is a few photos for the scrapbook. A few shots that speak to why I should never question how much my trips cost – only that I love the time I spend every time I’m in the field. Here are a few from those trips.
This was one of my hunting partner's first turkeys in Cass county.
Every step that pheasant hunter Scott Miller walked, I was convinced he was going to flush a pheasant in this milo field.
I had never been on a hunt where the dog wasn't in the blind with me, as was the case during this recent waterfowl hunt at Schilling WMA.
My friend's two Labs stopped long enough at the end of a pheasant trip for this photo.
My dad is the lone angler in this shot, with Dewey Lake at the Valentine NWR all to himself.