I always thought that famous phrase was etched in granite on the headstone of the late-great William Claude Dunkerfield--Don't know if old W.C. ever shot a Fox, but he sure bagged a few in Hollywood- Mae West comes to mind--
Nice poem too. Nice to see some spirited rivalry between the Parkerisitas, the Smith-sonians and the old Foxists--Don't hear much about the LeFeverites and those fans of the guns from the famed Finger Lakes areas- no clays shooters amongst them perhaps??
I'm gonna hold my peace until after my first trip next month to the "Yooper" shoot-- I'm not a clays man- I'd like to see team shoots from the above gun groups on Columbaire pigeons- or a best "birds to box" shootout on doves in Argentina- each member of the team gets his pet double, 6 boxes of RSTs (150 shells) and a bird boy and a official scorer- best number of birds retrieved for the 150 shells by team total for the day wins the Cup and the Purse- hopefully a grey cloudy day with some gusty winds- That's a real wingshooting contest, IMO!!
