Monday, Terry’s brother invited us to come over to their field for a Dove hunt. We usually get to go once a year. We had a big time it was a field full of Harris’. I managed to take two birds and shoot less than a box of shells. There is something refreshing about just sitting in a field. Of course the refreshing part ended when the nats started attacking and then after about 45 minutes Paxton says, “Momma, there’s a tick on my arm.” I looked and the poor child is covered in seed ticks! They made lunch out of her arms and legs.
Hailey stopped by the field for message and tick spray delivery.