Birds of a feather

I mentioned previously that Clint was able to go hunting with my brother, my dad, and my grandpa last week. To give a hint at their success, we now have a freezer full of pheasant. Here are some pictures.

From left: Grandpa Piggott, my handsome hubby, the hired guide, and my little brother, Wes. My dad was taking the picture:

Grandpa Piggott, and Wes:

My dad:

I just thought this picture was rather cool, with them all spread out over the field:

The proud hunting party, displaying their pheasant trophies (which are now plucked, cleaned, and residing in my freezer):