I remember a dove hunt with my great Uncle Hugh. The doves flew decent, but we had a swarm of blackbirds the whole time who seemed to know we were not after them. At the end of the hunt, Uncle Hugh told me and my brother, "boys, go get those blackbirds." They changed their tune in a hurry when we commenced firing into the flock.
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