Good Times and Pheasants

At the end of the day....

in South Dakota....

after you've walked

through miles of corn....

crossed creek beds....

surrounded slough bottoms....

After you've shot at 

loads of pheasants...

At the end of the day...

after breathing in cool fresh air...

hearing the sound of nothing 

but corn stalks brushing your boots

and

the fluttering of wild wings taking flight...

with nobody but good friends

and your loyal dog at your side....

At the end of the day...

after the birds are bagged 

and an excellent cook has

turned your bounty 

into a feast fit for a king...

At the end of day....

you sit down and relive

it all

in front of the fire

with a glass of Irish whiskey in one hand

and a good cigar in the other....

because...

At the end of the day...

the hunt is over

but the memories live forever.

Cheers!

{Lisa}

special note:

these photos were all taken at 

Dakota Wild Wings Lodge

go to their webpage to book a great hunt.