My father had been a hunter for many years and on Thanksgiving Day, we went hunting a bird we commonly name in French "perdrix". That will be in English I believe partridges hunting. We also seek for deers, but that type of hunting is much more difficult. As you can see Thanksgiving Day was a beautiful day here in New Brunswick:
We ride in those type of trails in the wood for several hours, hunting for partridges. We got one partridge :0)
Those are deer traces. That's all we saw from deers that day. We only saw their traces.
This is salt for the deers.
Beautiful blue sky isn't?
I knew you were about to just LOVE New Brunswick and me the new hunting babe.
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