My First Hunting Trip

It was a Saturday morning in the fall. It wasn'tduring duck hunting season. I used Jeff's dads 20
raining, but it wasn't real warm either. After all,gauge and Jeff was nice enough to use the 12
summer was over, the days were getting shortergauge even though he knew it would really kick. I
and the leaves were starting to fall. It wasn't coldreally liked the 20 gauge. It had very little kick and
enough to go skiing. In other words, I had no ideawas light, so it was easy to carry.
what I was going to do that day. Just when IWe walked around the field and shot pigeons
feared that my mom was going to ask me towhenever they flew by. Most people that shoot
rake the leaves, the phone rang. It was my friendat birds make the mistake of shooting right at
Jeff. He wanted to know if I wanted to gothe bird, but I had some experience at shooting
hunting that day, naturally I said yes.skeet, so I was familiar with principles of lead.
Jeff's dad was an avid hunter who had plenty ofAfter we took a few shots, I was really glad that
guns and two hunting dogs. Both dogs wereI didn't have the 12 gauge. Jeff was an
German Shorthairs, which is a good breed forexperienced shooter, but his shoulder was turning
hunting. Sally was the older dog; she could barelyred, even though he was wearing a coat.
walk, so Jeff and his dad didn't usually take herAs we walked around the field, we had to go
out hunting anymore. Betsy was young and hadn'taround a large batch of blackberry vines. As we
been on very many hunts, so she still had a lot towalked around the vines, a flock of quail surprised
learn.us by taking flight right in front of us. They were
I went over to Jeff's early on that Saturdayway too quick for me, so my shot missed. Jeff's
morning not knowing what to expect. As soon asshot, however, got one, so I got to see where
I arrived, Jeff got out two shotguns. One was aexperience helps.
12 gauge and the other was a 20 gauge. Sally, theOne time we spotted a pigeon sitting in an oak
oldest dog, absolutely went nuts as soon as shetree. We both threw rocks at it because we
saw the guns. I couldn't believe it, Sally wasfigured it wouldn't be very sporting to shoot a
running all over the house like a puppy. There waspigeon that was just sitting there. Rocks didn't
no way that we could leave her behind as wework and yelling didn't work, so I shot it. Neither
originally intended. We loaded the guns and theone of us wanted to take it home though
dogs into Jeff's car and only had to drive aboutbecause we were afraid that maybe it wouldn't
three miles to the field where we were going tofly because it was sick. The dogs performed
hunt. It was a field then, but 40 years later theabout like we expected. Sally was good at
only crops in that field are office buildings andfetching downed birds, but Betsy didn't know
parking lots.what to do. She would pick up the birds and run
After we got to the field I noticed three or fouraround. We ended up retrieving a lot of the birds
duck blinds around the field's perimeter. I figuredourselves. At the end of the day, we had 15
that the farmer must rent the field to a hunt clubpigeons and Jeff had gotten a couple of quail.