Here are some random pictures from this year’s hunts in the Dakotas.
This a genuine North Dakota farm truck.
Mark with a rooster he kilt.
Tex on point. It turned out to be a hen.
Dixie and Wyatt.
Pile of birds.
Father and sons.
Doe busted in the corn field.
After the hunt, there’s nothing like a warm nip of bourbon and a worn out puppy in your lap.
We saw two Bald Eagles while on the North Dakota hunt.
This small buck did not make it.
In South Dakota, you can’t hunt till noon. There is plenty of time to kill before the hunt.
Tex loves the Dakotas!