Thanks for the compliment. My friend and I were equally impressed that a bunch of auto shooting very young wild men could actually shoot. We have never had an experience like Mills did, but a few decades back, we hunted a dove field with a few non English speaking fellows that had a campfire going on their stand and had barbecued doves on a stick all day and didn't have a dove in the bag when they quit shooting at dinner time. Mercifully, they weren't drinking any alcohol during the shoot. This was only a mile or so from the field that Tom Flanigan described. My gun of choice this year may be my Davenport 8 gauge with a 10 gauge chamber insert, 1 5/8 ounces of #8 or 7 1/2, easy to carry, easy to load, and good for a 95 yard shot. I killed one dove on my last hunt, earlier described, and that is a good day in my opinion, especially if it is a 95 yard shot and someone else in the field claims the bird. Years ago, on a goose shoot on the Eastern Shore, I snagged an injured goose on the opposite side of a pond with my second ten gauge barrel at roughly 110 yards after one of my companions put some shot into him. I was congratulated for the great shot, and started walking toward the victim, cane in hand. One of the other hunters, seeing my disability, said, "Sit down. I will retrieve your goose." It may have been the red letter day of my waterfowling career on the Eastern Shore. I wish I knew that fellow's name. He was a true sportsman.
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