Pheasant Hunt
When I can barely see the sun, I put on my clothes and get out the shot gun.
My bird dog is my shadow all full of excitement and love because he knows he'll soon be
able to run.
We load in the truck and drive to the site where we hunt pheasant with all our might.
My dog is my best friend. He knows me well, as he flushed up a rooster and the first one fell.
When we come home all tired and sore, we know the next day we'll be ready for more.
It doesn't matter how much time we spend, as there's nothing better than hunting with my
best friend.
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