IRISHWHISTLER
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Bird Camp ~ A most special place, seemingly frozen in time. Tired dogs lay sleeping by the wood fire, their legs twitching as if still working birds to the gun. The banter amongst friends recall the highlights o' classic shots made o'er brilliant dog work and the wonder o' the autumn fields we shared on this fine day. The ringing sound o' glasses filled with a fine whiskey and lifted in good cheer assure that stories told and retold will be told yet again. Birds taken are yet to be prepared as a feast for those so blessed to share another season. I reflect on hunts long past, grand times had, fine dogs and beloved gunning Mates now long gone and so deeply missed, treasured days to be certain. Our days spent here are so much more than the pursuit o' game birds with gun and dog, our days in bird camp are where lasting memories are made.
Slainte,
Irishwhistler
Bird Camp ~ A most special place, seemingly frozen in time. Tired dogs lay sleeping by the wood fire, their legs twitching as if still working birds to the gun. The banter amongst friends recall the highlights o' classic shots made o'er brilliant dog work and the wonder o' the autumn fields we shared on this fine day. The ringing sound o' glasses filled with a fine whiskey and lifted in good cheer assure that stories told and retold will be told yet again. Birds taken are yet to be prepared as a feast for those so blessed to share another season. I reflect on hunts long past, grand times had, fine dogs and beloved gunning Mates now long gone and so deeply missed, treasured days to be certain. Our days spent here are so much more than the pursuit o' game birds with gun and dog, our days in bird camp are where lasting memories are made.
Slainte,
Irishwhistler