Ohhh, cool. Our Iowa pheasant population has dwindled to where I can say this is a rare sight. When I was a little girl, my dad, mom and I went road hunting in the car. I sat in the back seat, and daddy watched me from the rear-view mirror. It was my job to look for rooster pheasants along the fence lines and in the ditches. When I'd see one, he'd stop the car, carefully take his gun out, and Mr. Dead Eye lifted his gun to his left shoulder, aim, pull the trigger, and the bird fell to the ground. We knew right then what was going to be for supper.
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South Dakota memories.
Ohhh, cool. Our Iowa pheasant population has dwindled to where I can say this is a rare sight. When I was a little girl, my dad, mom and I went road hunting in the car. I sat in the back seat, and daddy watched me from the rear-view mirror. It was my job to look for rooster pheasants along the fence lines and in the ditches. When I'd see one, he'd stop the car, carefully take his gun out, and Mr. Dead Eye lifted his gun to his left shoulder, aim, pull the trigger, and the bird fell to the ground. We knew right then what was going to be for supper.
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