The Stuffed Pheasant Hunter

Mr. Rich says it's too dangerous to go hunting. Apparently there are bow hunters in the woods this time of year and they have a tendency to not recognize Vizslas as dogs, but rather as deer. In the words of Mr. Homer: D'oh!

So, in order to keep my hunting instincts sharp, mom and I have been hunting stuffed pheasants.







Hopefully, though, I will be able to hunt real birds again soon!