Out of respect to the doves, I didn't label this post "dove hunting" so instead let's just reference all of the events that occur during months that end in -ber. Hunting, hunting and more hunting. It's been well documented on this blog that the Bronco Baby Mom doesn't hunt, but I've birthed a couple of people who do. On Labor Day, Glenn took the kids, Pop-pop and Trigger to a farm east of town and dove hunted for the afternoon. It was the first time I've been at home by myself with just Tootsie in a long time and let's just say that I had a very nice afternoon.
While I was cooking dinner for one and trying to explain to a red-heeler why she doesn't get to chase birds, the hunters were also having a fine time.
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| Brother and sister in camo. |
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| Watching daddy wait for birds. |
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| Reina, Will and Pop-pop. With a very tried Trigger in the kennel. And a bunch of birds on the tailgate. |
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| Pop-pop took this picture and labeled "a game involving doves." You can bet that it was bath night after all of the hunting. |
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| Someone should be on the cover of a bird hunting magazine. Hubba hubba. |
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| One more with a very serious 5-yr old who's helping daddy scout. |
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