Dad would bring the pheasant home with a comment that we would eat well for supper. Remember how sometimes the mother pheasant with her chicks following her would run alongside the tractor on a ditch bank. By the way, Steve, your spell check didn't help you - fowl is the word, bird.
Foul, fowl, it still ain't chicken. ( Spell checker wouldn't help)
So it was a foul fowl? The graphics on the sack are really very good.
Also remember that father only let Mic Mickelson, (Now that I really don't how to spell) and Fred Giles pheasant hunt on the farm.
Where has Mary Lynn let you store these bean sacks all of this time? Are they still dusty with dirt?
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