Anyone else feel this way sometimes? I haven't gotten to go out once this season. Granted I pregnant, having a baby and recovering for at least 2 months out of the season. But other than that I've been invited once, was ditched for field goose hunting with the popular boys that time and invited myself once and was ditched for sleeping that time (I don't blame him on that one he had a long week). He made it up to me by taking me out pheasant hunting the next afternoon. I'm beginning to feel like the third wheel to the dog. Funny thing is is that he keeps buying me gear. Well its supposedly for me. lol Ok I'm done whining now. I'm gonna go cry a tear into my beer :salude:
If you get to thinkin' you're a person of some influence, try orderin' somebody else's dog around.