Brrrrrr

The winds were howling and the forecast called for a low of 12 degrees with a wind chill below zero. Highs might break into the 30's and there was snow on the steps as we got up to exercise the dogs. Mike, a man full of surprises, said, "what would you think of leaving MT this morning and going down to Nebraska? Their phez and quail season open on Saturday.". Done deal. As I type this we are in South Dakota, headed for southwest Nebraska. On the road again.



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