I let the dog go, she promtly tracks my scent to the first bird laucher. I couldn't see her. The hay was two feet deep. Naturally she had that look in eyes like she had done something she knew was wrong. When I finally made it to her she continued to creep, I set off the launcher except it wouldn't go off. So, I bend over to see if I turned it on. I must have hit the button because it launched, the bird hits me right in the face. What are the odds I would accidently hit the right button? (three stooges moment). The next two went fairly well as I had the launchers fairly close to each other.
Went back to the field soaked from the waist down. I emptied a quart of water out of each of my rubber boots that I had so cleverly tucked my pants into. I went home cooked a steak on the grill and am finishing off my third beer.
How is your day going?

