How Things Change
Went to a newly chopped corn field last Friday. Not a single bird but a couple hundred yards away through the woods lots of shots. Went there and two teenagers were slaying them in another field. I went to the next pole away from them and got four with the VH 16. They killed twenty-two. I asked if they were coming back the next morning and they said no. Up at 5+ a.m. and there well before daylight excited about the limit I would get. A heavy fog came in and no doves showed up for two hours. I saw only six. It is amazing how they disappeared; or maybe the teenagers killed them all.
Anyway the little VH 20 killed the first one with one shot, the second, then the third, then the fourth and fifth fell with one shot each. I felt I could not miss. As I stood up the sixth bird came by. I aimed and could not believe it did not fall, so I fired again. I only saw the six doves. Dejected that I had messed a perfect day, leaving I drove the four wheeler up toward the next pole to where it had flown. There it was as dead as a door-nail. Probably won't do it again, but the little IC/IM 20 VH did not miss!
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