Personal Choices

Bob Peters

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When two roads diverge in a yellow wood here are the choices I make.

Power Wagon not suburban

Walnut not polymer

Stealth and silence instead of ballyhoo and banter

11.4 gm/cm³ not 7.8 gm/cm³

A bore that emphasizes short shot columns and its benefits not one that tends towards overstuffing, increased deformation at setback and scrubbing as pellets travel the tube.

A happy dog that gets along with other people and pooches over a grumpy one.

A day of hunting in any conditions versus a day doing something else because the license was too much $, the drive was too far, bird numbers too down and any other excuse rationalized.

Old broken in pants, vests, and jackets make me feel better than shiny new ones.

Solo hunting is always better than grabass with a group.

Summer sausage and hard cheese on the tailgate suits me better than a full course meal at a highbrow restaurant.

During concurrent big game and bird seasons, chasing wild roosters is where I'll always be.

Friendly relationships with landowners and appreciation when permission is granted, not sneaking over fences onto private ranches.

A dog from a good breeder in MN, WI, IA, N&S Dakota, but not Wyoming.

An oven with pheasant pot pie 🥧, crockpot with pheasant chili or stew, but no to fondue.

A prairie sunset beats a city skyline.

A pheasant in the bag is preferable to two in the bush.

Ready position, reading the dog, anticipating a flush, smooth movement of barrel versus carrying gun with one hand like a briefcase or over shoulder, looking at phone instead of pup, jerky gunmounts, wild swinging and stabbing of the muzzle, poor shots.

Small town mom and pop motel, a campground, a tiny cabin is where I'll be, not a blue blood hunting lodge.

A fishing boat not a ski boat.

I'll take a dog that's focused on birds rather than one that has to kill every skunk possum coon and porcupine it comes across.

A dog as a companion versus most people.

Love 'em both but prairie chicken over a sharptail.

The sweetest music to my ear is a pheasant cackle, a turkey gobble and quiet dog snores as she snoozes next to me on the couch.
 
When two roads diverge in a yellow wood here are the choices I make.

Power Wagon not suburban

Walnut not polymer

Stealth and silence instead of ballyhoo and banter

11.4 gm/cm³ not 7.8 gm/cm³

A bore that emphasizes short shot columns and its benefits not one that tends towards overstuffing, increased deformation at setback and scrubbing as pellets travel the tube.

A happy dog that gets along with other people and pooches over a grumpy one.

A day of hunting in any conditions versus a day doing something else because the license was too much $, the drive was too far, bird numbers too down and any other excuse rationalized.

Old broken in pants, vests, and jackets make me feel better than shiny new ones.

Solo hunting is always better than grabass with a group.

Summer sausage and hard cheese on the tailgate suits me better than a full course meal at a highbrow restaurant.

During concurrent big game and bird seasons, chasing wild roosters is where I'll always be.

Friendly relationships with landowners and appreciation when permission is granted, not sneaking over fences onto private ranches.

A dog from a good breeder in MN, WI, IA, N&S Dakota, but not Wyoming.

An oven with pheasant pot pie 🥧, crockpot with pheasant chili or stew, but no to fondue.

A prairie sunset beats a city skyline.

A pheasant in the bag is preferable to two in the bush.

Ready position, reading the dog, anticipating a flush, smooth movement of barrel versus carrying gun with one hand like a briefcase or over shoulder, looking at phone instead of pup, jerky gunmounts, wild swinging and stabbing of the muzzle, poor shots.

Small town mom and pop motel, a campground, a tiny cabin is where I'll be, not a blue blood hunting lodge.

A fishing boat not a ski boat.

I'll take a dog that's focused on birds rather than one that has to kill every skunk possum coon and porcupine it comes across.

A dog as a companion versus most people.

Love 'em both but prairie chicken over a sharptail.

The sweetest music to my ear is a pheasant cackle, a turkey gobble and quiet dog snores as she snoozes next to me on the couch.
Good post👍
 
"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the road less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference." - Robert Frost from The Road not Taken
 
In 2003, I stayed at one of those Gucci fondue farms for 4 days with my dad.It was in March near Gregory SD.It was very expensive.

"Gucci fondue" is effing hilarious
 
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