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A special lady reminded me of this – this one’s for her.
The air was crisp right at dawn, the slight breeze indicated by the frost of my breath. I chewed on a piece of jerky as I walked down the dirt road, nostrils getting a slight burn from the fresh air.
A Citori in 28 gauge, with two shells in the chamber, action open, accompanied me; the Combat Commander – yep as usual.
The squirrels were making a fuss, I couldn’t resist rubbing the two, two- bits with a hole in ‘em and held together by piece of rawhide. Yep a couple of bushy tails “just had†to see, and ran down a branch to view the lanky fellow with Citori …oops! Best scurry back to safety – they did. * Grin*
Now the turkey coming off roost was a sight to see, so I just stopped and knelt down, snagged another pc of Jerky and observed. Some things typed words don’t describe, you folks understand.
Time to get off the dirt road, well by now a path; Rubber soled LL Beans and I crossed the small stream into the field – The Ground Exploded in front of me and the Citori came to face reflexively …two, three…five quail took off, I picked the leading sliver of one, matched speed, angle of flight, found my lead and – whispered to myself – “bangâ€. *Grin*
I opened the Citori, leaving the shells in the chamber, not before I noted where the covey had lit. Yep – ‘bout where I figured they’d light. Now if head over about this angle toward the big tree over yonder…I should get about 60 steps before all hell breaks out again…43, 44…47, 48- Explode!!. These seven quail usually head over to the right…humm…I best see what is up. Oh I see, natural order of things seems as if bunny and hawk must have been introduced.
I continued my trek in a wide semi circle, flushing quail, gun to face and whispering “bang.†I had had a great morning.
Back at the vehicle I used the tin of Browning oil to wipe the exterior of the Citori with a bandana kept in the pocket of the cotton duck break down gun case, with the Citori stored away, I poured a cup of coffee from the Stanley Thermos.
I replaced the two unfired shells back into the box from whence they came, though I had never fired my Citori - I had "limited out" . Checking the time, yeah I would be allright.
“Top off your coffee Surgar? “Yes ma’am†I replied,†if it’s not too much trouble make that a double order of Southern Fried quail†I added.
“You daydreaming Sugar†the waitress asked as she placed the plates of Southern Fried quail, scratch biscuits and gravy and the 3 eggs over easy in front of me.
“Yes ma’am, just thinking about some special friends I visited earlier this morning, checking to see if they were allrightâ€. She added “ I hope your friends are gonna be okay with the weather turning colder, have all the supplies they need if that snow comes as talked abo later on this weekâ€.
“Ma’am, my friends are gonna be all right, they are prepared, have all they need.†*Wink*
The air was crisp right at dawn, the slight breeze indicated by the frost of my breath. I chewed on a piece of jerky as I walked down the dirt road, nostrils getting a slight burn from the fresh air.
A Citori in 28 gauge, with two shells in the chamber, action open, accompanied me; the Combat Commander – yep as usual.
The squirrels were making a fuss, I couldn’t resist rubbing the two, two- bits with a hole in ‘em and held together by piece of rawhide. Yep a couple of bushy tails “just had†to see, and ran down a branch to view the lanky fellow with Citori …oops! Best scurry back to safety – they did. * Grin*
Now the turkey coming off roost was a sight to see, so I just stopped and knelt down, snagged another pc of Jerky and observed. Some things typed words don’t describe, you folks understand.
Time to get off the dirt road, well by now a path; Rubber soled LL Beans and I crossed the small stream into the field – The Ground Exploded in front of me and the Citori came to face reflexively …two, three…five quail took off, I picked the leading sliver of one, matched speed, angle of flight, found my lead and – whispered to myself – “bangâ€. *Grin*
I opened the Citori, leaving the shells in the chamber, not before I noted where the covey had lit. Yep – ‘bout where I figured they’d light. Now if head over about this angle toward the big tree over yonder…I should get about 60 steps before all hell breaks out again…43, 44…47, 48- Explode!!. These seven quail usually head over to the right…humm…I best see what is up. Oh I see, natural order of things seems as if bunny and hawk must have been introduced.
I continued my trek in a wide semi circle, flushing quail, gun to face and whispering “bang.†I had had a great morning.
Back at the vehicle I used the tin of Browning oil to wipe the exterior of the Citori with a bandana kept in the pocket of the cotton duck break down gun case, with the Citori stored away, I poured a cup of coffee from the Stanley Thermos.
I replaced the two unfired shells back into the box from whence they came, though I had never fired my Citori - I had "limited out" . Checking the time, yeah I would be allright.
“Top off your coffee Surgar? “Yes ma’am†I replied,†if it’s not too much trouble make that a double order of Southern Fried quail†I added.
“You daydreaming Sugar†the waitress asked as she placed the plates of Southern Fried quail, scratch biscuits and gravy and the 3 eggs over easy in front of me.
“Yes ma’am, just thinking about some special friends I visited earlier this morning, checking to see if they were allrightâ€. She added “ I hope your friends are gonna be okay with the weather turning colder, have all the supplies they need if that snow comes as talked abo later on this weekâ€.
“Ma’am, my friends are gonna be all right, they are prepared, have all they need.†*Wink*
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