Silver Wings
Lil-Rokslider
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All through the 80s my extended family an I hunted Northern Baja for all manner of birds. Some of the most amazing upland hunting you can even imagine.
On one occasion my cousin and I were working a scattered covey of California Quail from a bluff overlooking the Pacific down a drainage to the beach. Halfway down he ran out of shells and he asked me to throw him a couple. We were on opposite sides of the drainage, about 20 yards apart. I underhand lobbed 3 shells in a row and he caught the first 2, but dropped the third. He bent over to pick up the shell and unbeknownst to him I generously launched a 4th. The high, arching trajectory of the shell was perfect and it came down brass first, hitting him right on the forehead as he stood up. Though stunned and bleeding from a 1/2” cut, he continued the push down the drainage…all the while muttering a torrent of profanity.
40 years later I never miss the opportunity to ask him how he’s fixed for shells whenever we bird hunt together.
On one occasion my cousin and I were working a scattered covey of California Quail from a bluff overlooking the Pacific down a drainage to the beach. Halfway down he ran out of shells and he asked me to throw him a couple. We were on opposite sides of the drainage, about 20 yards apart. I underhand lobbed 3 shells in a row and he caught the first 2, but dropped the third. He bent over to pick up the shell and unbeknownst to him I generously launched a 4th. The high, arching trajectory of the shell was perfect and it came down brass first, hitting him right on the forehead as he stood up. Though stunned and bleeding from a 1/2” cut, he continued the push down the drainage…all the while muttering a torrent of profanity.
40 years later I never miss the opportunity to ask him how he’s fixed for shells whenever we bird hunt together.
