On the first day of pheasant hunting, Ol’ Blue Eyes and my dad were invited out for a classy hunt at the Patching Ranch hosted by my dad’s friend Sam. (The pink hat is mine.  It’s my photographer hat.  Ol’ Blue Eyes hat is bright orange camo.)

Sam is a one of a kind man and a perfect host.

My punks and I showed up about 11:30 am.  Sam had told my dad there would be a campfire cooked chicken fried steak lunch with all the fixings.  We thought we’d help him eat all that food.  We’re nice like that.

Sam is on the right.

The men still had a bit of hunting to do, and that gave me the opportunity to take some pictures.  My first pit stop was the most important building on the ranch.  Very important.

Here’s a few shots from around the ranch.

The men finished up hunting the section of land they were on, and it was time to eat.  I’ll give you one guess as to who was the first in line…..

That would be my youngest punk.  The food was so good and we made some new friends.  Everyone had great time.

(Random fact)  My punks decided to name this bull Ferdinand…

and play on the rope swing…

and get wet (even though I told them not to).

There was plenty of room to run…

great conversations to be had…

and plenty of birds caught.

We had a wonderful time all because of a wonderful man who we think a whole lot of.

Thanks Mr. Sam!