Quoted: good evening.
thanks, OP.
this takes me back about 40 years to when i was hunting with my dad and uncle. the uncle would always plant an acre or two of maize next to a little stock tank he had in the river bottom.
i confess that we sometimes shot a few over the limit, but in those days it seemed like the birds were endless. but then i can remember when there were quail too before the fire ants ate all the eggs.
i still have the old L. C. Smith double that i hunted with then. it was given to me by another uncle. all these people are dead now, but this time of the year i think about them a lot. i haven't hunted birds in a long time. it just ain't the same anymore.
thanks for the memories.
shooting stuff IS fun.
peace. billr
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Well billr, you bring back memories.....
I first hunted dove with my Dad and uncles and Pappaw in Egan, Lousiana back in the 1950's. My Pappaw had an old L. C. Smith 12 gauge double barrel that he used to good effect. It kicked like a mule.
After the hunt, he would show me his second finger on his right hand. It would have the skin torn from the recoil of the big gun's recoil.
I just
had to have a big 12 gauge double barrel like his.
For my 12th birthday, my Dad gave me a Sears 12 gauge double barrel shotgun. I killed an awful lot of doves and squirrels with it over the years.
One of my uncles once got his limit of 12 doves with 12 shells. He really lorded it over the rest of us that day!
Memories of hunting filled my childhood.