![]() Officially I get to say that this gem of a pup jumped his first rooster in front of me and I was able to knock it down. While he didn't understand exactly what had happened, he was running around through some brush for the heck of it, and a rooster got up right in front of him and I. Our hopes on this adventure was to see if Toby would be able to understand what it means to "Hunt Em Up." The day before we headed for the 2 hour hike out west, we stopped at a local spot of mine and had this future Pheasant huntin machine run around in search of some roosters just to see what he would do. I think I am in love with this dog, and Tim, if you don't look out, I just might take it home with me. I have had the pleasure of seeing this peeing machine from its first couple of weeks of life and watching it grow the last 4 months. He just might be the best looking pup that I have ever laid my eyes on. The new companion on our trip is this cute little fella named Toby. ![]() This year, Dingy and I continued with our now 2 year old ritual of heading out west in hopes of bagging a rooster or two. The ladies head to the local shopping center the next day(some of them earilier than even us hunters rise from the wrapper) and the men head out in search of a rooster or two. Eat a whole pile of turkey on Thursday, sit on the couch and watch a football game or two with a cold one in hand and try to figure out if the body will allow you to get off the couch in time to hunt in the morning. This past weekend was the normal ritual for many hunters across the state.
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