If I lived within a four hour drive..maybe further...of that kind of Bird hunting, the people at the gas stations would think I was a local....
When my in-laws were still on the farm, I stopped at the gas station in Bridgewater, SD so much the lady went out and fed my dog the sausages on the roller while I got my Mello Yello and Doritos. She loved Mac. Everyone in that story except me is all gone. Time marches on, I suppose.
