Butt-stroked a dove with shotgun - seriously
I went dove hunting with Brad (hrdwrkncwby76) yesterday (opening day) and we both limited out (and I went through more boxes of shells than I care to admit). It was a great day and we were done by about 11 am. I expected another good day today but I did not in any way expect or even conceive that what I am about to tell you could possibly have happened.
Today I went out with Brad and Trey (txcoutryboy86?) and witnessed a truly unbelievable feat of dove hunting performed by Brad. The three of us had grouped up after Trey brought his dog Jet over to help us losers find 3 of our birds that we were having trouble locating. We looked for about a half hour and Jet found them in about a minute (thank God for bird-dogs!). So at that point we were all grouped up together talking and joking around when the doves started flying by again.
Brad shot one and it landed about 30 yards away. Trey sent Jet in after it, but before the dog got to it the bird took off and the most extraordinary thing happened. I was in such disbelief of what I saw next that I completely froze. The bird flopped around and then started flying straight towards us. It then veered a little to one side targeted Brad as if it knew exactly who shot it and this **** thing was out for some pay-back. I thought it was going to claw his eyes out!
As I sat there in disbelief, I witnessed the most incredulous but herculean effort in dove hunting history (and possibly the history of all mankind). What I saw next was like a slow-motion action movie. As the dove made a bee-line in to claw Brad's eyes out, Brad swung his shotgun at it and butt-stroked the vengeful demon bird in mid-flight, resulting in a small puffy cloud of feathers.
I though that surely would be the end of it after butt-stroking the devil bird, but no. Somehow, that little hellion survived being shot AND butt-stroked and headed straight for my truck. Brad took off running after it and I thought for sure if he shot it, then there goes the side windows of my pickup...
As Trey and I sat there in complete amazement of the events unfolding before our very eyes, Brad somehow took a shot in mid-stride like some sort of comic book action hero, and dealt the final, deadly blow to this Kevlar-coated demon-bird. He also missed my beloved truck.
We laughed so hard that my abs still hurt. We joked that no one would have ever believed this if Brad did not have at least 2 witnesses. Now, ain't that one hell of a day?
Today I went out with Brad and Trey (txcoutryboy86?) and witnessed a truly unbelievable feat of dove hunting performed by Brad. The three of us had grouped up after Trey brought his dog Jet over to help us losers find 3 of our birds that we were having trouble locating. We looked for about a half hour and Jet found them in about a minute (thank God for bird-dogs!). So at that point we were all grouped up together talking and joking around when the doves started flying by again.
Brad shot one and it landed about 30 yards away. Trey sent Jet in after it, but before the dog got to it the bird took off and the most extraordinary thing happened. I was in such disbelief of what I saw next that I completely froze. The bird flopped around and then started flying straight towards us. It then veered a little to one side targeted Brad as if it knew exactly who shot it and this **** thing was out for some pay-back. I thought it was going to claw his eyes out!
As I sat there in disbelief, I witnessed the most incredulous but herculean effort in dove hunting history (and possibly the history of all mankind). What I saw next was like a slow-motion action movie. As the dove made a bee-line in to claw Brad's eyes out, Brad swung his shotgun at it and butt-stroked the vengeful demon bird in mid-flight, resulting in a small puffy cloud of feathers.
I though that surely would be the end of it after butt-stroking the devil bird, but no. Somehow, that little hellion survived being shot AND butt-stroked and headed straight for my truck. Brad took off running after it and I thought for sure if he shot it, then there goes the side windows of my pickup...
As Trey and I sat there in complete amazement of the events unfolding before our very eyes, Brad somehow took a shot in mid-stride like some sort of comic book action hero, and dealt the final, deadly blow to this Kevlar-coated demon-bird. He also missed my beloved truck.
We laughed so hard that my abs still hurt. We joked that no one would have ever believed this if Brad did not have at least 2 witnesses. Now, ain't that one hell of a day?
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