this story sounds a lot like whitetail junkie's but this is what happened.
i went out to smack a pheasant i saw run into the weeds and after he was down, the snows came over me in waves. i was franticly fishing in my pocket for some steel and came up with 2 three inchers and a three and a half. on the first two shots i actually scored two doubles. the dogs took off in different directions after birds as all 4 hit the ground running. i put my gun down and went after the one running directly for the water. i caught him as he just got swimming and ended up wet to the knackers. i headed back to the field and duke, my 3 year old had two birds placed at my gun, and milo, my 4 month old blackie was pancaking the last one. he wouldnt pick it up, but he wasnt letting him leave.
anyway, here comes another wave of birds, and i have one steel shell left. this flock was nearly all blues. i aimed at the lead bird, and to my amazement, the shot turned him sideways, but he didnt fall. the flock kept going, but he turned and went back out over the water. he landed about 300 yards out.
i thought about going to get my boat, but didnt really think id catch up to him anyway. i hate losing them too, and especially that one. he would have been getting mounted as well.
pics are coming....photobucket is giving me grief.
finally got to go hunting
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