I slipped silently like an injun thru the underbrush.....as I neared the blockwall dividing my parents yard and the neighbors yard, I dropped to a prone position and low crawled up to the wall under the overhanging branches of azaelas that covered me from the prying eyes of mom, and the evil Mr. Hester (next door neighbor)....I raised up un my elbows to peek thru the openings in the wall.... aahhhhhhh, two bluejays, a mocking bird and the most prized of all .a big fat Morning Dove...all feasing on the bird seed mr. Hester had poured out in his yard....So like the predator I was I slowly slid my Daisy repeating BB rifle thru the gap and took careful aim... POP...feathers flew and the Dove flopped around....and to my horror Mr. Hesters back door opened and he came down the steps and approached my fallen prey. He picked up the bird and looked at it carefully and then looked in my direction trying to see if I was in my yard....he approached the wall to with 5 ' of me...to my horror my trusty rifle was still sticking thru the gap...for what seemed like forever he stood and looked for me....but because of my injun backyard skills he was unable to locate me....he shrugged and went in the house....I slowly pulled the barrel back into my side and being the true woodsman and survivor I was, I lay there until the cover of darkness covered my retreat back into my house. SB Poacher
I bet the majority of us have shot some sort of unsuspecting little bird in our past, for no good reason other that to see if we could hit it... For the record, Im not admitting to anything of the sort!
