A good hunt.
Today was a good day. The G-man and I decided to go chase quail, which we did. We broke four coveys of quail, although I only had shots at two of the coveys, it was very succesful as I shot three quail. The G-man shot one. We both wished that there was more moisture on the ground as the dryness probably hindered Hollie's ability to smell the birds.I did learn that I need 7.5 as my shot size when I'm hunting quail, rather than the size 6 I normally use. Shot varies by size, the smaller the number, the larger the pellets are. In a normal shotgun shell, with size 6 shot, there is around 200+ pellets inside the shell. With 7.5s there's something like 437 pellets in it. Plus, the G-man doesn't load 7.5s which would probably lessen the power of the shell, a trait I could probably use when quail hunting. I have a tendency to absolutely obliterate quail every now and then. This has been well documented as I literally disentagrated a quail from about eight feet. all that was left was the head and a wing.
Today wasn't quite that bad as this bird still had some structure. I picked it up thinking that there would be enough left to make it worthwhile to clean. After I got home, my dad and I were looking at the birds which lead to this exchange.
Me: (while pulling out the quail in question) "Ewwwww."
Dad: "What?"
Me: "I punished this quail." (At this point I showed him the bird.)
Dad: "Yuck. Can you save the breast?"
Me: "Dad, that IS the breast."
Dad: "Oops."
Needless to say, that bird was a sacrifice.
posted by Rusty @ 9:57 PM
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