Crossing shot
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Gene was my buddy's dad. We hunted once when I was young. A quail got up. After Mark and I emptied our guns, Gene shot once and the quail fell. Thirty years later, this would be Gene's last hunt.
Summer was a twenty-five pound britt. She was the best retriever I have hunted with, which includes labs. There were years when we left no wounded birds behind.
Started out walking a strip of corn. Made a good shot on a rooster. Little Summer always looked humorous with a big old rooster in its mouth. That put a smile on Gene's face.
A few minutes later, a covey gets up. When I shot, a bird flinched. Summer saw. The bird flew into a thick stand of thorny locust. The bird was high and showing no sign of landing. Summer was on its tail.
We had to wait for my brother-in-law who was moving the truck closer. After about five minutes, here comes Summer with a quail. I swear she was strutting a little. Gene was happy.
The look on Gene's face is a lifelong memory.
Summer was a twenty-five pound britt. She was the best retriever I have hunted with, which includes labs. There were years when we left no wounded birds behind.
Started out walking a strip of corn. Made a good shot on a rooster. Little Summer always looked humorous with a big old rooster in its mouth. That put a smile on Gene's face.
A few minutes later, a covey gets up. When I shot, a bird flinched. Summer saw. The bird flew into a thick stand of thorny locust. The bird was high and showing no sign of landing. Summer was on its tail.
We had to wait for my brother-in-law who was moving the truck closer. After about five minutes, here comes Summer with a quail. I swear she was strutting a little. Gene was happy.
The look on Gene's face is a lifelong memory.
