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Some great pictures in this thread! I always end up with way too many hunting photos on my phone and never get around to printing them. Lately, I’ve been using wifi digital photo frames for families to keep my best shots on display at home. It’s an easy way to relive those great hunts without having to scroll through my phone every time. Plus, it’s fun to surprise my family with new pictures.
 
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Some great pictures in this thread! I always end up with way too many hunting photos on my phone and never get around to printing them. Lately, I’ve been using wifi digital photo frames for families to keep my best shots on display at home. It’s an easy way to relive those great hunts without having to scroll through my phone every time. Plus, it’s fun to surprise my family with new pictures.
The last 5 years or so I've been fairly diligent on deleting the 'trash' photos, you know the ones where you took 10 pictures of the same thing and they all look the same. Delete all but 1. Then you have the 'trash' photos that show you dog or hunting buddy or whatever, but they're so far out of the cameras range they just look like a spec. Delete those, my phone already is filled with them from past hunts. Then the blurry ones, or the ones where some grass/brush were obscuring the target. Delete them. The ride home with somebody else driving is a great time to do that. Get them down to a manageable level.

Then, I upload to mpix.com (consumer wing of Miller's Professional Imaging in Pittsburg, KS). Never buy anything at regular price from them. Sign up for their sale alerts. They have a revolving door of 25-50% off sales. One sale might be 4x6's. Another sale might be anything bigger than 8x10". Another might be wall art, metal prints, canvases. Have them uploaded and ready to go. Get the sale alert, do the final edits and selections and print them out.

My 'gun' room has one wall of nothing but outdoor pictures. From 4x6 collages to framed 8x8's and 9'x9's and 11x14s and canvasses. Always cool to go in and see pics of past hunting and fishing trips and old friends.

Another photo tip, I love google photos. Automatic backup of your phone pics. Get 15GB free space. Its worth it to me to pay the $2/month for more space. Sure there is AI and the commies know all about my pics, but I can type in 'dad' and 'pheasant' and it brings up all the pics I have of my dad with a pheasant.

Walgreens and WalMart photo printing is easy from your phone too, but the quality of the paper and print aren't as good as mpix.
 
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There’s something about a November sunset on the prairie that asks you to stop and listen—not with your ears, but with your whole self. After a day in the field, boots worn and hands weathered by wind, this is the reward: sky stretched wide in a blaze of orange and violet, clouds layered like brushstrokes across a canvas that never repeats. It’s not loud or showy. It just is—steady, sprawling, sacred.

By this hour, the dogs are back in their kennels, bellies full and bodies curled tight. The guns are broken down, wiped clean, and tucked back into their cases—resting until tomorrow, and ready for what dawn brings. Conversations fade to murmurs, or to nothing at all. Because out here, silence isn't empty—it's full of memory. The crunch of frosted grass, the chaos of wings rising, the echo of a shot that found its mark or missed by inches. This sky holds it all without saying a word.

The land keeps time in its own quiet way, untouched by the passing years. The same crooked trees on the horizon. The same low hum of distant grain dryers spinning up for winter. And always, the light—falling slower than you expect, like it knows it’s the final act of the day and doesn’t want to rush. You don’t have to speak to understand what this moment means. You just have to stand still and let it wash over you.

These sunsets don’t just close the day—they bind it. They remind us why we come back, year after year, chasing more than birds. We come for this—the stillness, the sky, the way a cold wind carries the scent of distant cattle and cut fields. We come to remember who we are when the world falls quiet and the sky catches fire.

At first light, we’ll shoulder our guns and head out again—another hunt, another mile, another crisp morning on the plains. But this evening, there’s only this: a good day behind us, good land beneath us, and a sky so wide it feels like home. Out here, nothing needs to be perfect—only real. And this is as real as it gets.
 
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