Here was my dilemma:
Went hunting for chukar at a local preserve here yesterday. We had good luck, it's been dry and windy but the dog found 5 of 6. I was more than proud.
We walked for probably 30 mins after the last bird was shot. When I asked my buddy to take a picture of the dog, birds and me, he said, "No problem." We took the birds from our vests and one was still alive. No big deal, it had just been shot with #5 prairie storm from 20 yards...it happens! So, I grab his head and do my best indian jones impression and pop his neck, hearing it pop. We position the birds and my buddy lines up the picture and that same bird sits back up and starts flapping a wing!
This time, my buddy grabs it by the head and spins it 3-4 times. No way this thing is alive now. We take the picture, put the birds in the bed of the truck (with tonneau cover) and start our 1 hour drive home. About thirty minutes into it I hear some rustling in the bed of the truck but both of us look at each other and with our best cheesy line say, "Nah...couldn't be!"
When I drop my buddy off at his house, sure enough the bird was still alive. Not only did he sit up but he had flew/jumped/sashayed across the bed leaving a nice white string of bird doo on everything in the bed! Not being happy at this, I grabbed the bird by the body this time and whacked its head on the tailgate 3 times with "matter" spreading across the open tailgate. Dispatched!
I drive another 20 minutes to my house. My wife and 3 year old daughter pull up at the same time I do. My daughter loves to help me clean birds (weird, I know) so I tell her I've got a surprise. I open up the tailgate...this bird is sitting back up, eye open, looking at her. "Daddy, its looking at me," she says. I'm baffled at this point. I tell her to go in while I attempt my bang-the-head-on-the-tailgate method.
After this attempt, I went to grab the leg and carry it down to the freezer, these blows were pretty severe after all. When I grabbed the leg, it pulled it into it's body and flapped a mother f'ing wing! The look on my face must have been priceless!
So, what did I do? I put it on the bottom shelf off the freezer door, piled the other birds on top and shut the door. I didn't know what the hell else to do! I still haven't opened the door but I think he's probably in there eating my deer sticks!
After all this, and I explain the whole thing to my wife, she says, "Why didn't you just shoot it again?" Why are they always right...
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Anybody ever had a "Superbird" like this? Should I be worried about my deer sticks? What else could I have done? There has to be something more humane! I've killed probably 150 birds in my time, never once seen anything like this!
-Barry-
Went hunting for chukar at a local preserve here yesterday. We had good luck, it's been dry and windy but the dog found 5 of 6. I was more than proud.
We walked for probably 30 mins after the last bird was shot. When I asked my buddy to take a picture of the dog, birds and me, he said, "No problem." We took the birds from our vests and one was still alive. No big deal, it had just been shot with #5 prairie storm from 20 yards...it happens! So, I grab his head and do my best indian jones impression and pop his neck, hearing it pop. We position the birds and my buddy lines up the picture and that same bird sits back up and starts flapping a wing!
This time, my buddy grabs it by the head and spins it 3-4 times. No way this thing is alive now. We take the picture, put the birds in the bed of the truck (with tonneau cover) and start our 1 hour drive home. About thirty minutes into it I hear some rustling in the bed of the truck but both of us look at each other and with our best cheesy line say, "Nah...couldn't be!"
When I drop my buddy off at his house, sure enough the bird was still alive. Not only did he sit up but he had flew/jumped/sashayed across the bed leaving a nice white string of bird doo on everything in the bed! Not being happy at this, I grabbed the bird by the body this time and whacked its head on the tailgate 3 times with "matter" spreading across the open tailgate. Dispatched!
I drive another 20 minutes to my house. My wife and 3 year old daughter pull up at the same time I do. My daughter loves to help me clean birds (weird, I know) so I tell her I've got a surprise. I open up the tailgate...this bird is sitting back up, eye open, looking at her. "Daddy, its looking at me," she says. I'm baffled at this point. I tell her to go in while I attempt my bang-the-head-on-the-tailgate method.
After this attempt, I went to grab the leg and carry it down to the freezer, these blows were pretty severe after all. When I grabbed the leg, it pulled it into it's body and flapped a mother f'ing wing! The look on my face must have been priceless!
So, what did I do? I put it on the bottom shelf off the freezer door, piled the other birds on top and shut the door. I didn't know what the hell else to do! I still haven't opened the door but I think he's probably in there eating my deer sticks!
After all this, and I explain the whole thing to my wife, she says, "Why didn't you just shoot it again?" Why are they always right...
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Anybody ever had a "Superbird" like this? Should I be worried about my deer sticks? What else could I have done? There has to be something more humane! I've killed probably 150 birds in my time, never once seen anything like this!
-Barry-