This past weekend marked a new adventure for me. Some of you will remember back in June I made the decision to get my hunting license after spending the weekend up north fishing with Rick and a few others. Well with the 15th of September marking the opening of upland game bird season I once again joined the group in the long trek north to the infamous Moose Camp to take part in my first ever partridge hunt. To start off I must say I was still a little unsure about the whole idea of hunting. Up till this spring I would never have guessed that I will be able to pick up a gun and actually shoot at something, but I felt that it was something that would be really good for me to experience.
Anyways, enough of that on to the details. The group heading up consisted of My Uncle Jim, and his old friends Mark Mason, Peter the polish guy, Jim Armstrong, Rob the Newfie, and Rob
Sounds like a good time! I’ve continued to wonder if I could hunt and I’m fairly certain the answer is no. Part of me thinks I could actually shoot an animal, but I can’t imagine myself in any way being involved with the cleanup. Oh well, I also shall anxiously await fishing season when I can get you to take my fish off the hook. ;)
I will admit that the clean up isn’t very fun, but its part of the process and you just have to accept it. It’s cool that you don’t think you want to do it, but you still keep an open mind about it.
But I’m not taking your fish off the hook anymore. Time for Ricky to be a big boy and take his own fish off the hook. ;p