September 5, 2009
Dad bushogged the church field and around the pond this week. The sunflowers were a dismal failure; Short, stubby, tiny seedheads, and choked with weeds. We made a few mistakes this year; no fertilizer, no herbicide; just tilled and planted. Oh well.
It was a weird opening day. The birds seemed to have moved out of the area ahead of a front earlier in the week. Nobody has birds near us. Even with the sunflower failure, there's plenty of weed seed in the field, but still no birds. Should've brought our fishing rods.
Cris and Christiane came down from Madison; so did Jay, Kathy and Larry. Harry took a break and drove up from Ashland, and Kurt came over from Harrisonburg. We still had fun getting together, despite the lack of birds...good excuse to hunt up all the gear and work the dogs anyway. Croc and Flip were well behaved and ready to hunt.
The story of the day: Cris was the only one to shoot a dove, the only one to even pop a cap. Poor little bird didn't stand a chance...I'll let Cris tell the tale on himself...if he wants to.
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