A story by Betty?
No way.
My dad and I used to hunt at a pay to hunt place or two.
He had loot so it's what he liked doing.
I rode along cuz mom said sorta thing.
One day we were at the club near Robert's, IL.
It's still there but got swanky. They do English style tower shoots now. Pricy it always was.
We were hunting the edge of the property because wild birds would wander onto the game farm.
We were hunting tame ones that'd been released.
I saw the bird go into this tiny bush ITS RIGHT THERE!!!
My dad didn't believe me so I kicked that bush with rage for about 10 minutes while he stood there laughing and telling me that "you're just high".
I was angry of course and finally gave it up and that's when the rooster flew We both missed and laughed.
I'll never forget that damn bird.
We shot a lot of birds at that club..
$25 each and that's when a tank of gas was 20 bucks.
I've got hundreds of these dumb stories.
My uncles would go with us it was aways a ton of gun because no matter what ...if we had shells at the end they'd find something to shoot until we ran out of beer and shells. There was one guy I forget his full name...Tom. He used full choke and magnum shells and was constantly shooting a big hole clean thru whatever he shot. Serious he'd shoot a rabbit and only find half a bunny.