As a kid, it was the game of choice. I loved to tag along with my uncle who had the parker shotgun and fancy clothes. I was just a string bean kid with a .410 and blue jeans. Occasionally, I would hit one with the .410 Model 37A Winchester single shot. When I moved up to a 12 gauge, I felt like I had a cannon that would straight flatten a quail. Good memories. I used to love to see those German shorthairs prove their athleticism. We would hunt all morning rotating dogs.
