Pheasant Hunting

One of Justin's patients has a large plot of land about 15 minutes from our house. He invited Justin to go pheasant hunting on his property. So Jaco and Justin went and had some male bonding time with a gun and a bunch of birds. After hearing the first gunshot, Jaco was ready to stay in the truck with Cody who was shaking like a leaf. But then he got caught up in the excitement of looking for the birds and watching Dad shoot them. In all they brought home 6 pheasant. Jaco wasn't able to shoot at the birds because the gun was too big but he loved playing target practice with a pepsi can and was thrilled to show me the two holes he managed to put in the can. We ate two of the birds that night for dinner and I have to say they weren't too bad! As Justin handed me a garbage bag full of dead birds and asked me take care of them while he visited a patient at the ER, I thought about my sister Miranda. She REFUSES to touch raw meat. I am positive she would have died. It also made me think about cavemen. The man goes out for the kill and brings it home to the woman to prepare. Atleast I didn't have to pluck them. Anyone in my family will remember earning up to a whole quarter for plucking Dad's ducks. Justin was nice and cleaned and skinned the birds so it was like dealing with small chickens from the grocery store. The boys have gone back a couple more times and are hoping to go again, this time to shoot a wild turkey! Maybe we will have the freshest Thanksgiving turkey on the block!