Out with Farrah

Drizzling, cold (yes), I took Farrah for an obligatory hunt, even checked my watch as we headed out. It rained on us, Farrah was wet, but it let up. She ended up doing well and catching game; we had a fair number chases and some good flights. There's a Mexican taco truck right where I park. A nice finish with the Honda's heater on, munching on a couple of fajita tacos.

Homeward Bound