Decades ago, the whole family would go up to Central Valley in calif. thanksgiving week. We would star out in the duck blind early morning, grab a few ducks, then start pheasant hunting in the rice fields. Get our limit of rice stuffed pheasants then head back to the club house, where our trailer was parked grab breakfast. Mon would stuff the turkey then cook it in the great big oven! My hunting buddies would go behind the club house property and hunt more pheasants till about 3 pm. Then get back to the trailer, wash up, snd it would be TURKEY TIME. Tethers would be the four of us, and four more, hunting buddies and we would get stuffed and lay about either in our trailer or our friends and moan about “We are too much!”. As with most of you that are in my age group both parents are gone, but the memories are with us!
EVERYONE HAVE A GREAT RHANKSGIVING!
Smokeploe
PS: Make great memories for all the family that they will remember for their lifetime!
