Before steel shot, I was walking down a river levy one snowy, foggy morning when I heard quaking up ahead. The river had been out, so there was water on both sides. I realized that the ducks were on the flooded side, it was an easy stalk. I popped over the levy and 7 black mallards flushed straight up. I pulled up with my 1100 and fired 5 shots. All 7 ducks lay dead. No shots fired on the water. Which reminds me, I crawled hundreds of yards across a pasture that had Brooms edge about a foot tall in it. When I peeked up, I saw more teal sitting there than I've ever saw, literally hundreds. This time I did take a slice before they got up, then shot four more shots.. Then reloaded and emptied it again on crippels. I'm not even going to say how many I drug home that day. But I plucked ducks for a long...long time afterwards. Before you all get to thinking I was a great shot with the old 1100, My buddy and I walked up to my old pointer one time in a wide-open stalk field and both emptied our 12-gauge autos on a big covey of quail and never pulled a feather. . How about some embarrassing stories of shooting skills.