Post by ozark on Jan 11, 2009 16:00:01 GMT -5
Over the fireboard rested a double barreled 10 ga. shotgun that pulled me to it like a magnet. Pa told me to not touch it because it was loaded and dangerous to shoot. He said it was likely that dirt dobbers had filled the barrels with mud. But he told stories about hunts he had made with this very gun and I had dreams of hunting. One Sunday Pa and Ma left me at home while they went a couple miles distance to visit a family that had sickness. Game was thick back then and I just couldn't resist. I pulled on a pair of pa's rubber boots, got the gun down and walked downstream looking for game. I came to a log that extended out into the river and a dozen or so ducks were feeding in a dense group. I would shoot them I thought but when I raised the gun I noticed a large Buck deer at the edge of the water across the river. It was about 40 yards distance. After some pondering I decided to shoot the ducks because they had been seen first. I pulled both hammers back , took aim and pulled both triggers. I was kicked off my feet and my rubber boots slid into the river. As I begin coming to, I noticed the ducks were dead and that some pellets had richocheted off the water and the buck was down. The right barrel had been blown to the right and killed a big wild boar hog I had not spotted. The left barrel went left and had killed a medium sized black bear. The front bead had went straight up and killed a large turkey gobbler. I ran nearly a mile to get my brother in law to help. He came and field dressed all the game for me. When we got the boots out of the river they were both full of fish. Later Pa smiled at my success but he still got the razor strap and used it on my butt.
Ozark: I did not think you were a drinker but I think you might have been hitting the bottle that day. A fun story. 