I've got an itchy trigger finger

I'm really anxious to get out and hunt this season.  I've spent the last few weeks, preparing slowly.  I picked up a good pair of rubber, insulated packs for tromping through marshland and scored a great, Winchester, blaze-orange vest just the other day.  My mother is even in on the action; making me a hand-made game bag to carry like the one my father still carries today.  I haven't been hunting in a long time; 15 years actually.  I believe the last time I was hunting, was with my father back in 1997.  We used to hunt in a gorgeous little area known as Deerfield Ravine in upstate New York; abundant with rabbits, partridge and old glass bottles.  All of which, though perhaps mostly the latter, we'd bring home with us.  This Saturday I'll be hunting at Cunningham Falls State Park in Thurmont, Maryland.  Saturday marks the opening day of partridge season here in Maryland and I'll be taking my new (new to me - made in 1917) Fox Sterlingworth double-barrel shotgun.  It's a really fine 12 gauge that my father gave to me.  The bag limit is two per day.  We'll see how many 12 gauge holes I put in the sky on Saturday...