Yesterday, I posted about Big A and Little A, and their relationship which bonded over hunting. That reminded me of my nephew Ben, and the annual hunting trip we enjoyed last September. I didn't post up our experiences at the time as I had stopped writing as we were getting Mrs. YDP through her episode with cancer, but I can rectify that by posting up our hunting story now:
The trip started with my need to find a Federal Duck stamp from a post office, and since we were headed to my alma mater, I felt the post office in St. Joe would be easy to do. The only problem is that I didn't know where the post office was there, so I called Fuzzy (not only my hunting buddy, but also my housemate in St. Joe for two years). He didn't know either. So I drove around until I found it. The building just beyond the telephone pole is the St. Joseph, MN Post Office. The picture was basically take from the driveway of the house in which I lived for two years. How are Fuzzy and I doing?
Here's Ben on the field at SJU. We ran around, went to the bookstore and bought a bunch of gear, and overall had a great time.
Here is Ben and the Yellow Dog. At the time I took this shot, I was in the water picking up decoys and turned to see these two ginning at me. I just had to drop what I was doing and capture the moment.
Back at the landing with an opening day limit not only of ducks, but also of geese. We damn near limited out on memories as well. Can't wait to add to the pile next year
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