Fall means pheasant hunting to Eric. Fall to me is apple picking and jumping in leaf piles. What does fall me to you?
Ever since we camped with Liz and Lowell this spring, the guys have been talking about the fall pheasant hunt, so we headed to Montana to 'shoot some roosters' with Eric's cousin. Can you see the family resemblance?
I enjoy the walk through the fields, watching the bird dog work, and hunters call when a bird gets up. Shooting isn't my thing.
After two days out, we were not eating fresh pheasant but there were plenty of sightings and the guys shot at a few birds in the warm October sun.
Hunting occupied the morning and the afternoons were filled with laughter, family and friends. When we got too boisterous, Nellie just had to bury her head in her blankie. Life is hard for her!
Liz and Lowell were such gracious hosts. Can't wait to continue our planning for next years camping trip to Banff😊. We enjoyed seeing Aunt Shirley so much during our visit. She is such a wonderful, witty woman with a heart of gold ❤️
Time to say goodbye to Billings early Sunday morning and wander south of Yellowstone before the weather turns with the upcoming winter storm.
See you on the road!
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