Wild Game Dinner with my dad
My dad, Bob on right. My Uncle Russ, his brother on left. Both, in there 90’s, at a wild game dinner. Unable to go hunting anymore at this time in life. I can still remember hunting pheasants with my dad, uncle, brothers, and cousins, with my uncle’s English Pointer, Rusty. We always went out for the opener in Michigan, October 20th. Bob and Russ are both gone now, but I still have fond memories of our hunts in southwest Michigan when there were birds there. The wild game dinner was an added treat in their golden years.