Bird Hunting

When I was a kid, in the fall my dad would pack us up into our faux wood-sided station wagon and drive us up to New Hampshire where we’d enjoy the fall colors of the region while he traipsed through the woods with friends as they would go bird hunting. We enjoyed lots of tasty meals from those trips that consisted of pheasants, woodcocks, and once even a goose! Good memories.


Don’t worry, that gun won’t shoot anything. It’s made of ink.