Andy, when pheasant hunting north of Westminster, Maryland with a friend who only had a single barrel 37 Winchester, we flushed a woodcock in a wooded area. My friend duplicated your feat of shooting a woodcock completely out of his wings. We were high school buddies, but he was not into bird guns like I was. We went to college together and he left early to become a Ranger and to Viet Nam with a 75th Infantry unit. I left a year later, also for a two year Army hitch of a less heroic character. We had some great pack trips in western Maryland, but he found his outdoor life as a Park Ranger Superintendent in Wyoming and I stayed in Maryland and collected Parkers.
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