I can finally sleep again, or atleast until Thursday night. I scratched my itchy trigger finger this weekend. My buddies and I went up to a game farm and blasted some roosters. Saturday was awesome, we shot 39 of the 45 we put out. Today was another story 18 for 40. With the high wind those birds were running and running and running. I hunted behind 4 awesome pointers and even they couldn’t figure these birds out. At times all the dogs would lock up only to find that the bird ran. 100 yards and several points later, these birds would finally get up. Anyone who thinks game birds don’t fly strong would have been shocked at how high and fast they were.
I made the three best shots of my life on saturday. We were walking a fence line between a cut corn field and a cut hay field. Not paying much attention to all the tweetie birds flying from the trees, my buddies uncle yells out “There’s a dove.” I swung my shotgun with a full choke and some 6 shot around, pulled the trigger, and folded the dove about 30 yards away. This was my first dove ever. I was stunned and ready to put my gun away because there was no way I was ever going to beat that shot. 50 yards later, I was proved wrong. A rooster gets up 30 yards ahead of me and goes ripping from my left to right. I put the bead about 4 feet in front of him, pull the trigger, and he comes tumbling down. At this point I was strutting around like I was some type of fancy trick shooter. I bend over to pick up the rooster, and my body kicks up another one. This one got up the same as the last but it was ten more yards away than the last. About a 6 foot lead and this one hit the ground. Thats one dove and two pheasants with three shells, on three of the toughest shots I have ever taken.
I suppose you are all thinking I am a pretty good shot, huh? Well, today I squeezed the trigger 25 times and ended up with 4 birds.