Destry L. Hoffard
10-04-2022, 06:58 PM
A predicted stiff northerly wind got me thinking of Kingsville. Only my friend and I in the pit, the way I prefer.
The sun is just getting up good and a flock of six appears on the northern horizon. The calls come out, pleading and coercing, offering false delights. Their wings tip, drifting behind us to square up with the breeze, a few tense heartbeats and they're in right over the blocks. Three on each side, just perfect. Easy now, don't miss. My first shot and two drop! Then I pick up the 3rd with a quick left barrel. All three graveyard dead, there's a reason I shoot that big gun.
Nothing flying out, I turn to my friend with an inquiring look. A smile, holding up three fingers. He's accounted for everything on his side as well, making good use of his automatic. One cripple to shoot over and the limit is done.
The essence of fall.
The sun is just getting up good and a flock of six appears on the northern horizon. The calls come out, pleading and coercing, offering false delights. Their wings tip, drifting behind us to square up with the breeze, a few tense heartbeats and they're in right over the blocks. Three on each side, just perfect. Easy now, don't miss. My first shot and two drop! Then I pick up the 3rd with a quick left barrel. All three graveyard dead, there's a reason I shoot that big gun.
Nothing flying out, I turn to my friend with an inquiring look. A smile, holding up three fingers. He's accounted for everything on his side as well, making good use of his automatic. One cripple to shoot over and the limit is done.
The essence of fall.