Wyatt, Walker and I went hunting in the mare's pasture which is partially wooded. We scared up a deer and an owl. The owl was almost above me when he took off. Just a little intimidating.
Walker is a very seasoned hunter. He creeps through hardly making a sound and . . . along comes Wyatt sounding like a bull crashing through the woods. I was quieter than he was! Both Walker and I looked at him like what the hell, can't you be quiet. Wyatt finally dropped his ball and got more interested in what we were doing and investigated a few logs. I was busy fending off spider webs (gross!) and looking for ticks.
I can never remember if you are to where light or dark clothes to discourage ticks from getting on you.
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