Frozen Pheasant Hunt

Yesterday was a sunny, 17F day that by early afternoon appeared deceptively tropical.

Doggo had been following me around the house giving me the side eye and with only a couple days left to the pheasant season we gave it a try.

At least before my face froze and fingers went numb and confused.

Gusts up to 26 mph served-up a wind chill of 2F.

Ruby is seemingly oblivious….