Left work at lunch yesterday to sneak in the woods for a couple hours. Stopped by the house to get the dog and opened the gun cabinet and in the back I glanced at my first shotgun. An 870 28 gauge that I haven’t shot in over 15 years. My grandparents engraved it, gave it to me in Christmas 2003 and I shot it for about two years before I graduated to a 20. Decided it was time to dust her off and give her a whirl. Scrounged up a box of ammo and headed out for a few hours of walking behind the dog. Birds were definitely few and far between. Covered a lot of ground and finally found them in the last 45 minutes of light. Callie flushed 3, killed 3. Little ole guns still got it.
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Sent a picture of the gun and the memory to my grandparents. Good afternoon in the woods.
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