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I remember quail hunting with my Dad and Uncle, quail were flushing everywhere and I locked onto one flying toward me, he wasn't far off the tip of my barrel when the shot broke, mostly some feathers and feet is all we got of that one
Hahaha! Oh birds! My first year hunting my dad took me out to the wenas for the youth pheasant opener. First rooster we kicked up I took forever to shoot and the bird was too far away. Of course I got yelled at for screwing it up So the next rooster that kicked up I wasn't gonna give him an inch and promptly spatchcocked him with a load of #6 shot. Needless to say I once again got yelled at. There's probably STILL feathers floating around the hay shed out there 🤦♂️