i remember one day the weather was so bad nobody wanted to go with me, so i went by myself.
i'm not a bad shot, but it took me over a box of shells to get my birds it was so windy.
the kicker of the day was a 11 year old slopehead from Manitoba. band was so woreout it was barely readable and about to fall off.
now i hardly ever shoot more than one or two, it's about watching the birds and trying to get them to work. if i can get them to land sometimes i just let them go.
gonna miss them camp suppers too. lots of good times.
a couple years of 3/30 wouldn't hurt my feelings a bit.
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