Tough lessons, those doubles on roosters. I shot a true pair in the sixties on a pair of rising birds. Both birds towering within ten feet of each other. I neatly folded the first bird, pumped quickly and folded the second in a heap at no greater distance than a skeet station 4 to the stake. I ran to collect my beautiful cock birds but was never able to find either of them. Total and utter humiliation . . . !
Last edited by Dean Romig; 10-28-2009 at 09:57 PM..
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