In the meat-gathering side of things, not including possible ice fishing, today finished the gathering side. Me, Claire, my brothers and my dad, went out for a morning pheasant hunting, and had 8 birds before noon. That is enough for our annual pheasants in brown sauce with sour cherries.
Not as big a year, in the whole meat side. Thankfully, prior years were prolific enough that though we did not stuff the freezers full, there is still more than enough to take us to next fall, and perhaps next fall will see us hunting deer up on the farm and having more than a morning of sitting at a friend’s place.