A weekend
that was good.Of course, most of the time, any weekend is good. This one was particularly good as we did a lot of hunting, great basketball on saturday night, followed by "services" at Pheasant Phellowship at Milo Methodist.
We were in a bit of a race to beat a group of guys coming up from Texas to hunt. The owner of the field said if we got there first it would be no problem. So we were on the road by 6 a.m. and we got to the field well before legal shooting time.
There were only six of us, but that's a solid number with a dog like Hollie. This field has been a traditional hotspot for bird activity but I don't know if it was the weather, or the fact that we stopped our normal hunting pattern, but we only saw three roosters, one of which I missed badly.
To know me means that I do not like to miss and have a tendency to get rather irritated with myself. In other words, I was seething. I told Jar, "I would hate to be the next rooster that flushes near to me because I will punish it." He laughed, because he thought it was funny, but also knew it was going to be true.
Drew, Jar, Dad and I decided to go hunt one of our spots we had received permission to hunt. I had told Jar there will be birds on the corners. He was a bit skeptical but I told him to "have a little faith in a brotha."
Holy hand grenedes, there WERE birds in there. By our count we saw probably between 60-80. What sucked was the fact that dad choked. I mean choked bad. I don't think there is a pheasant hunter's Heimlich but even if there was, it couldn't have helped him. I guess that's what we get for sending the colorblind guy to go block (stand at a point and hold birds in). He should have shot between six and eight cocks. The only thing he did hit was me. I was telling one of my friends what had happened, when Dad piped up "If my gun would have been a golf club, I would have thrown it. That sucker would have been helicoptering across the field."
I shot two, punishing both birds that I shot. I probably should have had a third and a fourth, but thanks to an untimely gun malfunction I didn't even get shots. Jar shot two as well, and Drew knocked one down.
That night, I called two basketball games, one of which ended on a last second three with no time remaining and the fans stormed the court. I think I may have broken vocal chords because I was screaming at the top of my lungs. It was an outstanding game.
We got up this morning and tried our hand at hunting again, this time with not so bountiful results. The numbers weren't as good, but we saw a few. One field we couldn't get the little bastards to fly, but sometimes that how it goes.
It was a good weekend.
posted by Rusty @ 2:57 PM
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