It has become a tradition that every Thanksgiving Daddy, Grandpa, Uncle Eric and Libby, Dot, and Beau go pheasant hunting. This year was no different, even though they almost got blown away by the nasty North Dakota wind, they were still lucky to come home with four pheasants.
Daddy questioned if Brother was old enough to be strapped onto a backpack for his first hunt, mommy said maybe in a few years!
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