Fond memories jump shooting as a young man! In high school we’d drive the river road from Kettle Falls up to Northport and back spotting ducks and geese from the road. It didn’t take us long to learn that you had to keep going at least 1/2 mile past the birds before slowing down, even if they couldn’t see us they’d hear the truck slowing down and get out of dodge. We’d sneak back along the road and then belly crawl through what ever sort of cover we could find between us and the birds. On the count of 3 a bunch of 16 year olds would let the steel shot fly out of a bunch of hand me down shotguns, and occasionally, we even killed one! On the rare occasion that a bird was slow enough for us to kill, that’s when the fishing poles came out. Standing on the bank casting towards the dead bird with whatever giant treble hook contraption we could find in our old man’s tacklebox. Ah to be young!
Thanks for bringing back old memories, I haven’t thought about those jump shooting trips in many moons.
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