So last week, I think I let enthusiasm get the best of me. I got up 4 times during the first week of dove season, got out and shot a bunch of doves. The downside to all of this is that I can't stop getting up early. I'm up at 5:20 today, and I'm watching a shotgun video about a shotgun I'd love to own for quail season. I also am suffering from dove fever which is a condition that forces me to stop everything I'm doing and watch how doves
are flying by and observing the times at which they're doing so.
So I'm o
The other main way to commit suicide is to stick your hand right in a rattler's face, which I did like an idiot when I tried to retrieve a downed bird. Jumped back, let out obscenities, shot the things head clean off, and grabbed my bird and got the heck out of there.
The final report is this:
- I spent a ton of shells (stupid semi-auto chugs through ammo faster than my trusty pump)
- I shot a lot of doves
- I introduced 3 new people to dove hunting
- I have a lot of breasts to cook up
- I had a great time trying to kill myself by getting up at an unholy hour'
- Always watch for snakes
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