A Beard

I am about three or four weeks into growing a beard.  It's an interesting little journey so far.  In the past when I've decided to do this I usually jump ship on the idea around 4 weeks in.  Between the lukewarm response from my wife, the itchiness of the whole thing and the constant inane questions (Oh, are you trying to grow a beard?) it can be quite a test of perseverance.

I am envious of those who seem to be able to grow a beard almost at will.  I don't feel like mine is poor but it seems a bit harder for me than say my brother, who while being fairly civilized, has the follicles of a Cro-Magnon.

Regardless I will soldier on.  Below is some inspiration.

The Hunt

A few weeks ago I had the pleasure of engaging in a pheasant hunt.  A lack of overall shooting prowess didn't keep us from taking nine pheasants and a quick little Chukar who almost got away.  We split the bounty, each walking away with two pheasants.(I got the Chukar).    No person was shot, a good time was had by all and a good meal was had by the missus and I later that night.