snipe hunt

Happy Wednesday! I must admit, I am moving a tad slow this morning… Perhaps too much vino celebrating last night? No way. After an incredible weekend celebrating these two love birds (I am still sore from dancing), I’d say a detox is in order, no? What other activities occurred over the weekend, you ask? A little four-wheeler riding, a little shed hunting, and an impromptu snipe hunt.

Have you ever been snipe hunting? Oh. Man. The limit is 8 per person, but those little birds fly like they’re on crack, so hitting them can sometimes be quite a feat. We headed out to the muddy fields, guns in hand and dogs on leashes. Even though we were only out there for a bit, and below the 8 bird limit each, we still had a great time. I think I spent more time laughing at Prine and taking pictures of his hilarious antics than anything else. Dogs are so entertaining.

 Aahhh… To be duck season…
 Love this shot of Dad and Dixie.
Searching for a downed snipe.
I mean… Honestly. He had that stuck on his face for at least 10 minutes.
Sunglasses might have been wise…

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