A mysterious package came via UPS yesterday, addressed to Dylan Finegold. Inside, were two well-sealed, frozen pheasant wings. No directions, no recipe, nothing. Just a note from Ruby Sue, the Wing Queen. One of our Indiana friends (the same clever guy who sent us the "Shalom Y'all" welcome mat), upon meeting Dylan a year ago decided that he was a perfect bird dog. And, anyone worthy of his camouflage knows there is only one way to train 'em. The wings are still in the freezer awaiting further instruction.
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