A blog that used to chronicle my Philadelphia eating life, then life working on a sheep farm in the PNW, and now life in rural Virginia.
Monday, January 08, 2007
Vroom
This was my third visit to the boyfriend's family's Georgia living. In the past I would go on the occasional hunt (wagons, dogs, whistles and guns) but hardly ever tried taking a shot. This year I got a bee in my bonnet and decided that I really wanted to shoot something. So I got out a lot more and found that the hunts are a bit more engaging when you're actually doing what the thing is all about. I did not, however, hit anything...other than skeet. But my confidence and understanding of the entire process has definitely improve and one day...one fateful day, sigh...I'll bag me a bird and then I'll eat it.

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