The weather in Hazen was perfect for hunting yesterday, so The Commander and Kadizzle set out to put some meat in the pot. My old shotgun was named Table Meat. When the old gun died the new one inherited the name. Kadizzle would rather make one difficult shot than three easy ones. My favorite shot is when the bird flies out of the tree row high overhead right towards you. The trick is to shoot slightly ahead. The other day the classic dilemma came up. Mr. Pheasant in his infinite wisdom got up on the wrong side of the bush. Kadizzle saw a hole through the bush about the size of a dinner plate. Table Meat blasted through the hole and put the meat on the table.
Yesterday Kadizzle saw a rooster sitting by the road as he was driving to the hunting ground. Thinking he might pop the guy Kadizzle stopped and quickly found a malfunction with the gun. In order to shoot Kadizzle had to disassemble the gun and put it back together. Rarely will a bird sit ten yards away and wait while you rebuild your gun. This was a very sporting pheasant. Kadizzle finally got the gun ready jumped out of the truck and yelled " I am ready now". The pheasant took to the air and Kadizzle sent him to the Muslim pheasant heaven so Mr. Pheasant could have 28 virgin pheasants at his disposal. It worked out for everyone.
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