Poper
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True story, and really, just one of those things that happen....usually to me.
Anyway, about 15 years ago, I was hunting pheasants with several buddies and my younger brother . We drove a mile down a section line road, parked the trucks and let the dogs out. (All four of them.) Kids, dogs, buds, and all the ruckus we can make in a relatively small area. Just as the walking plan was being implemented Mother Nature insisted I relieve myself of solid waste.
Everyone else took off and I leaned my gun in the notch created by a tailgate and a fender, grabbed a roll of tp and walked over to the field corner post. I no more than I dropped my drawers and a rooster busted cackling out of the tall grass about 4' to my right. Made me dang near jump out of what pants I was still in! I quit cussing and settled in to complete the job I began and as the first of my droppings hit the ground two more roosters broke cover within an arms length to my left! That was the signal (I thought) to get my shotgun, just in case. Too late. They were all gone and I completed my mission.
To this day I am amazed at how those birds stayed so close with all those dogs and people around, and none of the dogs caught their scent!
Lesson learned. Never respond to Mother Nature without your gun in your hand!
Anyway, about 15 years ago, I was hunting pheasants with several buddies and my younger brother . We drove a mile down a section line road, parked the trucks and let the dogs out. (All four of them.) Kids, dogs, buds, and all the ruckus we can make in a relatively small area. Just as the walking plan was being implemented Mother Nature insisted I relieve myself of solid waste.
Everyone else took off and I leaned my gun in the notch created by a tailgate and a fender, grabbed a roll of tp and walked over to the field corner post. I no more than I dropped my drawers and a rooster busted cackling out of the tall grass about 4' to my right. Made me dang near jump out of what pants I was still in! I quit cussing and settled in to complete the job I began and as the first of my droppings hit the ground two more roosters broke cover within an arms length to my left! That was the signal (I thought) to get my shotgun, just in case. Too late. They were all gone and I completed my mission.
To this day I am amazed at how those birds stayed so close with all those dogs and people around, and none of the dogs caught their scent!
Lesson learned. Never respond to Mother Nature without your gun in your hand!
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