BritChaser
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Introducing a Friend to the Way of the Pheasant
Last season, as usual, I was too anxious for the Kansas opener and headed north for an October hunt. I talked a friend who had never hunted anything into going with me to ND. We had a great time. Still pictured clearly in my mind was his unhurried shouldering of my Browning o/u and dropping DOA his first pheasant ever on a going away right to left shot. As a young man he had been a Guard infantryman, so he knew the way of the gun and it showed. We had some great times out of the field too. We still laugh about where we had our Friday night dinner: the Angry Beaver Inn. The next night we stopped in a tiny one bar town where the waitress asked us where we were from. Just for fun, I asked "What makes you think we're not from around here?" "Your accents," she replied. My inner voice, incredulous, was "I have an accent??" "Where do you think we're from?" I asked. "Down south," she replied. "Where is 'down south'?" I politely asked. "Kansas and below." So we Kansans, from a ND perspective, are southerners. What fun that conversation was, one I've shared with friends who enjoyed it much.
Last season, as usual, I was too anxious for the Kansas opener and headed north for an October hunt. I talked a friend who had never hunted anything into going with me to ND. We had a great time. Still pictured clearly in my mind was his unhurried shouldering of my Browning o/u and dropping DOA his first pheasant ever on a going away right to left shot. As a young man he had been a Guard infantryman, so he knew the way of the gun and it showed. We had some great times out of the field too. We still laugh about where we had our Friday night dinner: the Angry Beaver Inn. The next night we stopped in a tiny one bar town where the waitress asked us where we were from. Just for fun, I asked "What makes you think we're not from around here?" "Your accents," she replied. My inner voice, incredulous, was "I have an accent??" "Where do you think we're from?" I asked. "Down south," she replied. "Where is 'down south'?" I politely asked. "Kansas and below." So we Kansans, from a ND perspective, are southerners. What fun that conversation was, one I've shared with friends who enjoyed it much.
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