The first bird hunt

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zombie0hour

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Well i went on my first bird hunt on saterday. Dove to be exact. I did not turn out so well i got one dove... becasue it landed near a decoy :o. If you can remember your first bird hunt, how did it go?
 
I remember it well! I was off bag limit by 2, but I was as busy as those Argentine dove hunt guys- I had an old second, third, fourth, whatever-hand bolt action 12ga. The magazine kept falling apart and the screws that mounted the steel to the wood kept working loose. Yes, the old thing was unsafe and I was stoopid to use it... but for some reason, those were golden memories for a kid who managed to buy his first shotgun with his own hard earned dollars.
 
This is what I remember the most...............

That doves are not clays!!!!

I had a new Mossberg 20 ga. that year. Dad had spent a pile of hours, and no small amount of cash, at the range teaching me to hit clays, both from the thrower and from the skeet house. After a busy summer of that I thought I could do the doves some damage. Dad kept saying it would be "different".

It was.................

And no, after 40+ years I'm not much better.
 
I don't remember how many I hit but I vividly remember the first hunt I went on with my dad. I also remember the field where I hit my first bird and I now have the shotgun that I was using. It's not about success, it's about the experience. To me, that's the beautiful thing about hunting.
 
I'm sure I thought it was gonna be easier. Until I realized that those little gray things streaking across the sky at 100mph were what I was supposed to be connecting with. Did a bunch of shootin' but not much killin'.
 
My first bird hunt was for quail, and I was my Dad's bird dog. Cactus, yucca, and other thorny things made me realize this was not easy. It also made me realize that bird hunting would be a lot more fun with a good dog, which my Dad would never have spent money on. His belief was you could teach any dog pound hound to fetch birds, even though all of his attempts to do so had failed miserably. So he used us boys as bird dogs because we never ran away never to be seen again, unlike some of his other victims.

When I was a teenager, I discovered duck hunting, but never tasted one until about one month into it when I figured out that the shotgun I was using shot way to the left.

My first dove hunt was in SoCal's Imperial Valley. Dove everywhere except in my game bag. I finally limited out, but more because of the sheer number of birds and the foresight to bring lots of shells.
 
My first bird hunt was for quail, and I was my Dad's bird dog. Cactus, yucca, and other thorny things made me realize this was not easy. It also made me realize that bird hunting would be a lot more fun with a good dog, which my Dad would never have spent money on. His belief was you could teach any dog pound hound to fetch birds, even though all of his attempts to do so had failed miserably. So he used us boys as bird dogs because we never ran away never to be seen again, unlike some of his other victims.
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It's a shame to have memories like that and make you have the need to bash your DAD here in public. Maybe that's all he felt like he could afford at the time for what ever reason it was, at least he took you hunting.
 
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