Fanfreakingtabulous
Yes, I made that word up. But that is such an accurate description of this morning that I thought I would keep it. If I knew how to trademark it and put a copyright sign thingy there, I would. So if you borrow that word, just be kind enough to give me some credit.After last night's frigid, frozen football game, that I broadcasted from an UNHEATED press box, the morning dawned crisp and clear. Thankfully overnight, I managed to warm up because I was chilled to the bone. The boys showed up and off we headed to the field, the same field where we ran the 2-man Ninga last weekend.
One of our guys forgot his shells so he dashed back into town, which relegated him to blocking duty. Halfway down the first line, we started seeing pheasants. Dad was on the outside edge (mainly because when we would push it back along the hedge, he would be on the outside and I'd be safe) and he saw five running in amongst the rows. It was a case of They Who Run Behind the Rows.
We finally busted a covey of quail at the second corner. As we stood at the corner trying to figure out our next move, two dumbass squawking roosters came flying AT us from the next field. They lit softly and then bounced back into the air. I kind of had a shot through the trees, but it would have had to have been perfect but it wasn't. We chased some quail down the hedge, then at the end of the hedge, jump a couple more quail and one rooster that made a mistake. He flushed and tried to get away on my side. The bird landed right at Hollie's feet before anyone else could muster a shot.
Clay shot a quail, then Dad shot a quail. So, we're debating on what to do next and they all turn to me. Since I am a master of FUBAR tactics, we went crashing down the middle. Hollie became really birdy at the end of the field. She worked to the end of the field before we turned to go the other way. As we turned, we watched two pheasants with their afterburners flaring go shooting out of corner. I cussed and ran up to the corner. Of course, nothing else came out.
I was a little irritated that I didn't go to the corner right away so I put a zone Ninga into effect. The other four guys took a swath down the inside third of the field, while I stayed in my "zone" out in front 50 yards ahead of the rest of the group along the north edge.
We hadn't walked 100 yards when I nearly stepped on two hens. They came out of the stubble, literally crapping as they took to the air. About 100 yards later, a rooster flushed in front of the firing line and it died shortly thereafter.
I was around 50 yards from the end, when another rooster broke in front of me. I couldn't shoot with my first shot because I would have shot the vehicles. As I was drawing a bead on the bird, two more broke from nearly underneath my feet and my poor short bus train of thought derailed and I missed everything. Swearing rather profusely, I stomped to the corner, mad at myself for missing.
We then moved to the other field where we saw a couple of hens, a rooster and a handful of quail. However, it really was a fun morning despite the fact I should have shot two, possibly three roosters. I finished the day with a rooster and three quail. Dad added a quail. We got home, and 6 minutes later, I had two breast fillets and four quail breasts soaking in a mix of vinegar, salt and water.
Now it's time to watch the Huskers, then time to watch the Jayhawks.
Rock Chalk baby!
posted by Rusty @ 12:08 PM
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