Labs
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Pheasant hunting is full of inexplicable hits & misses...
So I'm out with the Wrecking Crew last Sunday. They are putting up steady but not spectacular numbers of birds, unlike Saturday which was unforgettable for the sheer number of birds flushed. They flush a rooster about 10 yards in front and to my left crossing right, an easy shot. I swing through, touch off the top barrel (modified choke) at about 25 yards and am literally surprised when it doesn't drop. In the moment it takes me to process this, that rooster has lit the afterburners and my second shot at about 40 yards, still a very doable shot, is another miss. I said a bad word and Harley gave me the stink eye...
About 20 minutes later we get into them working a drainage ditch, the crew is putting up single hens one after the other. Harley flushes a rooster on the other side which was already 40 yards out and headed away to the north when it gave me enough blue sky to shoot. I miss both barrels clean, break the Citori, and as the empties ping over my shoulder Harley flushes another rooster which rather than flying away to the north, crosses the ditch in front of me headed south and he's moving.
Being left handed I habitually carry two shells between the fingers of my right hand for a quick reload. I dunk one into the lower barrel (full choke), close the breech, and flip the selector to the lower barrel as I mount the Browning. That bird is all of 60 yards out & climbing now as in pure desperation I swing waaay out in front and touch off a load of Prairie Storm 4's.
I couldn't believe it when the rooster practically blew up in flames! It seemed to take forever for him to hit the ground, probably 3 or 4 seconds, so dead it bounced waist high when it. When Harley delivered him to hand, he said "nice shot" (with his eyes). Boogie and Jetta were bouncing around like it was the coolest thing ever, but it could have just been because they are labs & the excitement of the multiple flushes they just did.
I like it when I can redeem myself in the Crew's eyes...
So I'm out with the Wrecking Crew last Sunday. They are putting up steady but not spectacular numbers of birds, unlike Saturday which was unforgettable for the sheer number of birds flushed. They flush a rooster about 10 yards in front and to my left crossing right, an easy shot. I swing through, touch off the top barrel (modified choke) at about 25 yards and am literally surprised when it doesn't drop. In the moment it takes me to process this, that rooster has lit the afterburners and my second shot at about 40 yards, still a very doable shot, is another miss. I said a bad word and Harley gave me the stink eye...
About 20 minutes later we get into them working a drainage ditch, the crew is putting up single hens one after the other. Harley flushes a rooster on the other side which was already 40 yards out and headed away to the north when it gave me enough blue sky to shoot. I miss both barrels clean, break the Citori, and as the empties ping over my shoulder Harley flushes another rooster which rather than flying away to the north, crosses the ditch in front of me headed south and he's moving.
Being left handed I habitually carry two shells between the fingers of my right hand for a quick reload. I dunk one into the lower barrel (full choke), close the breech, and flip the selector to the lower barrel as I mount the Browning. That bird is all of 60 yards out & climbing now as in pure desperation I swing waaay out in front and touch off a load of Prairie Storm 4's.
I couldn't believe it when the rooster practically blew up in flames! It seemed to take forever for him to hit the ground, probably 3 or 4 seconds, so dead it bounced waist high when it. When Harley delivered him to hand, he said "nice shot" (with his eyes). Boogie and Jetta were bouncing around like it was the coolest thing ever, but it could have just been because they are labs & the excitement of the multiple flushes they just did.
I like it when I can redeem myself in the Crew's eyes...
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