Rolling hills of CRP. We all got some good exercise. The weather was nice. But only saw one pheasant. The dogs were on good scent, so I got off the horse to follow them. They kept moving ahead without going on point. I went back for the horse, and took a chance by not calling them back, or at least slowing them down. Just as I got to the horse, scooped up the reins,and turned around a rooster flew off cackling as he went. I guess I should have stayed with them a little bit longer.
Everyone at work but me.
This is the road we drove to get to our spot. You are looking east into Idaho. The border is roght at the foot of the hills.
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