Have a kinda funny story about today's hunt, and my "bonehead moment". So I was able to sneak out for a couple hours this morning but needed to be done hunting by about 10am as we have a 10wk old pup that isn't fully crate trained yet, anyway first walk with my male dog we flush hen after hen, finally I nice rooster flushes right under his nose and we have one bird in the bag 2 to go, a couple more quick walks produces a miss and a bunch more hens as I'm rotating between my male and female. As I'm headed back to the truck with my female ready to call it a slow day she keeps drifting towards a cattail slough, I look at my watch and decide she is usually right let's give it a quick walk, here's where my part of the story comes in I always upland hunt with an over under but I sent it away for some warranty work so I had the trusty old 870 with. I see her get to the edge of the cattails and has the ol lab helicopter tail going, I get ready a rooster flushes!!! Miss, second shot he is down, I glance at her quick and verify she marked the fall and take another step forward and reach in my pocket for shells, at that time 5-6 more roosters get up well within range and I musta thought I had the O/U back because I watched them fly away without realizing I had another shell untill it was too late, oh well I laughed it off and headed back to the truck, when I got back I let my male out to air as I watered the female and got her loaded up wasn't paying much attention to where he ran off to, but he came back with a live rooster that someone else must have crippled, so luckily my dogs picked my slack up today!! Does this happen to anyone else, I'm not a guy that cares about limiting out but I just kept thinking am I really that brain dead.