All was not lost. We were treated to some incredible southern cooking, a surprise rise of a "covey" of pheasants (of which some found their way into the gumbo), and some of the most beautiful mornings you'd care to see.
While the time afield was not good, the companionship, conversation, food, laughs and stories more than made up for it.
Plus it takes a lot of pressure off of our hosts when Fuzzy and I head down for the Northern Invasion in January.
We can't wait
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