One of my favorite upland memories; Walking along the Arizona/Mexico Border with a friend from the Phoenix area. My GSP cutting a zig-zag pattern about 20 yards ahead of us. My friend knew the area, and got us into birds, one small covey at a time. Shot a few, watch others fly away for another day
Walking the grassy, rolling hills.The sights were amazing. The birds held tight, and exploded into flight with enough energy to test your heart health!
Had my shells and supplies in a three bag belt. Though the weight was distributed perfectly, I could feel the tug of a 1911 Kimber .45 ACP, and three mags of ammo.
Everything felt about Right!
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