I recently went hunting with my father-in-law, his buddy, and his dog Lucy. Like the Mt. Mansfield hike, this was some pure Vermont outdoors exercise. We trudged through fields, brush, and thick woods hunting the elusive, wily pheasant for just over two hours -- a solid workout. I actually got some running in, too, chasing a small hen through the underbrush (she got away). It was a great bonding experience and as I've mentioned in the past when talking about hunting, very primal.
Alright, maybe the birds weren't that elusive. (see photo)
