Our wedding anniversary is at the end of October, the last of the dove season. It fell on a Saturday so I said I would hunt that afternoon before we went out for supper (back then it was hunting only after 12 p.m.) The limit was twelve at the time, and as the time to leave came to go home I had eleven. Only needed one more, only needed one more, only needed one more. Well I missed everything I shot at, probably a dozen and never got that only one more. Some birds could have landed on my head they came in so close. The other half was not amused at me being an hour late coming in from hunting.
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