|Farm house where we went hunting|
I joined a church recently. It’s not a traditional church, although some might argue that it is the first church, and therefore the most traditional. I can’t say I am a new member here, as I’ve been a participating member since before I can remember. My mom has shown me pictures. There are certainly a lot of regular members, but like most churches we’re always looking for new recruits.
To many this church joining may come as a bit of a surprise as most people who know me understand I am not a very religious person. This is probably why I took to this church with such fervor and always have. Our church has a few commandments, but they’re mostly common sense. Leave the church better than you found it etc.… No one in our church ever passes around a plate for donations, but your contributions might end up on your own plate. I’m talking of course of the church of field and stream.
These two little dogs had more courage, passion and fun than most dogs get in their lifetime I think. And from the smiles on Patrick's face, he was no different.
I recently started fly fishing, and I love it because I get to spend some quiet time outside. But my time spent a field with good friends, and good dogs left me smiling like a kid with their first ice cream cone. I left wanting more, and making the commitment to do more outside.
I hope to see you at church, but until then.
Let us Prey!