knzn
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Just got back from a great weekend of pheasant hunting. Met some old friends and made some new ones. We all met at a hunting camp/outfitter and for me it was like being pampered at a five star hotel. Biscuits and gravey, scrambled eggs and hash browns for breakfast, Stew and sandwiches for lunch and pot roast with all the trimmings for supper. Complete with three kinds of pie for desert.
Oh yeah, the hunting. Great dogs. Great guides. A guy on a four wheeler bringing water to us and the dogs, and a bird basket to haul the birds so we didn't have to pack them around. Clean the birds? Nope, didnt have to even get bloody. That was taken care of too. I almost felt guilty.
Oh yea, the birds. As many of you probably know by now this was at a controlled shooting area as called by the Kansas State Wildlife and parks. So there were pleanty of birds. I resisted the idea of hunting at a place like this in the past, but the lure of being with a bunch of old buddies and a weekend away was too much to resist. Yes they were pen raised but I couldn't tell it. Some held tight, and some ran ahead of the dogs.
To the subject at hand. At days end, this old (soon to be a Grandpas') arms were tired of carrying my old 870. I got it brand new when I was a freshman in High School in 1972 and am quite attached to it. And except for a brief affair with a Beretta 390 to shoot sporting clays with I have been faithful. But like I said, at each days end my arms just plain hurt. Hard to admit I am (A)- that out of shape, or (B)- that our of shape!
So, what do I do now? Hunt shorter days? Nope, the legs still got it. Look for a lighter gun? Well, as you can see it has crossed my mind. I don't even know what the choices might be. I guess a 20 gauge would be lighter, and I have always liked the idea of some day finding a nice old Savage Fox. I don't even know if that would make a noticibly lighter gun than my old 12 gauge 870.
Ok, open for suggestions.
Oh yeah, the hunting. Great dogs. Great guides. A guy on a four wheeler bringing water to us and the dogs, and a bird basket to haul the birds so we didn't have to pack them around. Clean the birds? Nope, didnt have to even get bloody. That was taken care of too. I almost felt guilty.
Oh yea, the birds. As many of you probably know by now this was at a controlled shooting area as called by the Kansas State Wildlife and parks. So there were pleanty of birds. I resisted the idea of hunting at a place like this in the past, but the lure of being with a bunch of old buddies and a weekend away was too much to resist. Yes they were pen raised but I couldn't tell it. Some held tight, and some ran ahead of the dogs.
To the subject at hand. At days end, this old (soon to be a Grandpas') arms were tired of carrying my old 870. I got it brand new when I was a freshman in High School in 1972 and am quite attached to it. And except for a brief affair with a Beretta 390 to shoot sporting clays with I have been faithful. But like I said, at each days end my arms just plain hurt. Hard to admit I am (A)- that out of shape, or (B)- that our of shape!
So, what do I do now? Hunt shorter days? Nope, the legs still got it. Look for a lighter gun? Well, as you can see it has crossed my mind. I don't even know what the choices might be. I guess a 20 gauge would be lighter, and I have always liked the idea of some day finding a nice old Savage Fox. I don't even know if that would make a noticibly lighter gun than my old 12 gauge 870.
Ok, open for suggestions.