A5 Sweet 16
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Gee, thanks gettinbirdie. Your story reminded me of a time a little thicket erupted with like 7 roosters & a few hens. Right in front of me. 5 shells. Zero pheasants. It was 1 of 2 times in my life I've seriously considered throwing my gun in a snow bank & going home. (What actually happened is that we hunted around the other side of the big slough, where several had flown, & picked up 2 singles.)
But I don't actually remember the details of the singles afterward. I do, however, vividly recall all that color & cackling boiling out of the thicket, attempting to pull the trigger a 6th time, & looking down to see my action locked open. It would've been so perfect too. The thicket was right on the edge of a big frozen slough. As I was mounting my gun, I could already see those 3 dead roosters lying there on the ice & snow, so easy to find & recover. Instead....goose egg. To this day, I have to force myself to laugh about it.
But I don't actually remember the details of the singles afterward. I do, however, vividly recall all that color & cackling boiling out of the thicket, attempting to pull the trigger a 6th time, & looking down to see my action locked open. It would've been so perfect too. The thicket was right on the edge of a big frozen slough. As I was mounting my gun, I could already see those 3 dead roosters lying there on the ice & snow, so easy to find & recover. Instead....goose egg. To this day, I have to force myself to laugh about it.
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