January is here, my favorite time to chase Mr. Grouse along ridge tops. Cody and I have spent a few mornings and afternoons tromping through familiar coverts, Broken Rib, Search and Seizure, and have covered a lot of new ground. Birds we have found. Opportunities we have had. Passive voice befits me.
I am officially in a shooting slump. I have missed easy rising shots, straight away shots, even a grouse on a limb (!>??!). Sheer impotence has befallen me. I suppose it is all payback for infidelity to my Pennsylvania coverts. Ah, those magical moments at Black Lake where I responded to my partners gentle gasps, "help me, help me, help me....," with an ecstatic explosion of feathers. Even when the first load missed its mark, a premature eruption, a second yank on the rear trigger impregnated gallinaceous hen with lead. Oh those large white Bonasa breasts, firm and succulent. Oh, how long these January nights can be…
I am officially in a shooting slump. I have missed easy rising shots, straight away shots, even a grouse on a limb (!>??!). Sheer impotence has befallen me. I suppose it is all payback for infidelity to my Pennsylvania coverts. Ah, those magical moments at Black Lake where I responded to my partners gentle gasps, "help me, help me, help me....," with an ecstatic explosion of feathers. Even when the first load missed its mark, a premature eruption, a second yank on the rear trigger impregnated gallinaceous hen with lead. Oh those large white Bonasa breasts, firm and succulent. Oh, how long these January nights can be…
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1 comment:
Nice post-full of nostalgia and all. Good midwinter hunting porn, especially the photo. C'mon up here, Pete, there's a squirrel derby at the sportsman's club next week! :)
Perhaps you still need me to wound em first, yeah, that's it. Your not in a slump, your just missing a key ingredient.
Happy New Year bro.
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