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Since I just got home from SD yesterday things are pretty fresh in my mind so here it goes.
Comradrie: 4 buds to hunt with and BS and laugh with and having a hard earned cocktail.
Dogs: watching your dogs do everything just right, tough retrieves on swiming roosters, sorting out the bird smell and trusting the dogs nose, chasing a running wounded rooster for 1/4 mile to have the dogs tackle it like a good safety coming in strong from the end. The dogs excitement tired or not for another go around. I'm a flusher guy but watching a pointing dog running full tilt slam on the brakes in mid stride and llock on two birds in the littlest of cover.
It is always a new experience,, a new sight to see the unwinding of a years worth of regular life, work kids wife. The lack of that everyday responsibility, the biggest issue is where and how are we going to tackle this next piece of cover.I can leave it all and come back with a fresh perspective. The thought that I am but a few people who could probably live from the land and survive in this day in age. Seeing that same spark from my son that desire to be apart of nature and supply sustenance.
 
Being in the outdoors is my religion...please let me explain.

I was raised Catholic. My mother attended a convent for 3 years and was the principle of the k-8 school I attended. Needless to say, the ideals and morals of conventional religion were pounded into me as a kid. To my benefit I might add.

Yet, In all my years of devout mass going I never felt close to God in a church when 500 other people were trying to do the same thing; however, in the woods I fell like I can hold his hand. Likewise, nowhere do I find a stronger sense of brotherhood then when I spend time in the outdoors with friends.
 
I can state the obvious that we all experience as hunters...the friendship, the outdoors, the chase and on and on but here is my experience.
I lost my father rather young, I was 20. He was an amazing person. Growing up, there was always older photos of him and a few close friends standing together displaying there pheasants from the days hunt. Looked like fun but I never fully understood.
My father and I never hunted together as I was to busy with sports and chasing girls. I got into bird hunting not long after he passed away. I was invited to join uncles and cousins in South Dakota. After the first day I found myself lining up for the same picture I had seen of my dad. Can't explain the feeling but it was that first, "I've grown up just like you dad".
Now each year I do this hunt with family and enjoy the evening's of cocktails and storytelling. Each year somebody mentions how they miss my dad and how they know he would love to be here with me. In the past few years, I have even shed a tear in the field thinking about him.
Now I have a young daughter and a son on the way and I look forward to sharing my joy with them. I hope they don't miss out on the opportunity I did.
There is nothing better than family, friends and the great outdoors. Miss you Dad!!
 
Great question!

It's so many things for me.... But first and foremost it's getting family and friends together! For better then 50 years my family has been getting together to hunt pheasants. Getting to hunt with my Father, Grandfather, and now my children are things that I hold dear to my heart... There's few things that compare to a wild flushing rooster or walking behind a pair of dogs that want to hunt so bad they shake when standing still, but after the hunt, sitting around a fire and having a cocktail and recalling the past days hunt, or the past years, while the kids are in the background throwing fresh rooster feather darts in the air just as I did 30 years ago... Priceless man, just Priceless!

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