Dove Hunting...Sort Of
We're sitting on a canal waiting for the evening flight of doves to come through. If you weren't good you could use two to three boxes of shells getting a limit of 10 (70's). This was my dad, his friend, and his son that was a year older than me that was one of my best hunting buddys.
We'd go early and sit and wait for an hour or so because they are sharp eyed and spooky. I had a wrist rocket slingshot that I rocked with just to pass the time while we were waiting, I could hit lizards at 25 or 30 feet and used to have people throw rock weighted soda cans to practice moving targets. I was shooting big dragonflies that darted around and my dad's friend was pretty amazed that I could hit one every fifth shot or so.
He say's "hey, let me try that thing" He takes it and picks a big honking rock about twice the size I liked to use. He pulls that thing back clear behind his ear stretched way further than I typically did. I yelled stop but he let loose.
His thumb on the handle end was sticking straight up in the path of the rock like he was using it as a sight. The rock broke in three or four pieces, his thumb was shattered and crushed in a way you couldn't count the pieces.
He screamed and was going to throw my slingshot in the canal but I reached out and firmly took it from him, he grabbed his shotgun and slung it in the canal instead. His thumb was so mangled my dad said he was going to take him to the hospital and quietly told us boys to see if we could dive for the shotgun.
Doves came through, we got ten apiece plus our dad's limits and we got the shotgun too.
We're sitting on a canal waiting for the evening flight of doves to come through. If you weren't good you could use two to three boxes of shells getting a limit of 10 (70's). This was my dad, his friend, and his son that was a year older than me that was one of my best hunting buddys.
We'd go early and sit and wait for an hour or so because they are sharp eyed and spooky. I had a wrist rocket slingshot that I rocked with just to pass the time while we were waiting, I could hit lizards at 25 or 30 feet and used to have people throw rock weighted soda cans to practice moving targets. I was shooting big dragonflies that darted around and my dad's friend was pretty amazed that I could hit one every fifth shot or so.
He say's "hey, let me try that thing" He takes it and picks a big honking rock about twice the size I liked to use. He pulls that thing back clear behind his ear stretched way further than I typically did. I yelled stop but he let loose.
His thumb on the handle end was sticking straight up in the path of the rock like he was using it as a sight. The rock broke in three or four pieces, his thumb was shattered and crushed in a way you couldn't count the pieces.
He screamed and was going to throw my slingshot in the canal but I reached out and firmly took it from him, he grabbed his shotgun and slung it in the canal instead. His thumb was so mangled my dad said he was going to take him to the hospital and quietly told us boys to see if we could dive for the shotgun.
Doves came through, we got ten apiece plus our dad's limits and we got the shotgun too.