aahhh Wellsville mountains




The story:
Our hunting was done for the day. We were driving home. I had been unsuccessful. Suddenly the truck skids to a stop. Before I can even look up, Jake had put a shell in my gun and cocked it. I look up in fear as he reaches across my lap and pushes my door open. "Straight ahead, you see him?!" he coaches. "I don't even have shoes on." I tried to tell him. He is completely unaware of my minor concern for protective footwear. So I'm searching, squinting, trying my best to see the rooster in the tall grass. I can't find him. I'm walking through heavy mud and weeds in my bare feet waiting for my moment of glory. Suddenly he flys up just a few yards in front of me. I pull up my gun, wait for him to fly a little further so I don't obliterate him and BANG! Only one shell, I didn't even have a back up in the chamber. Feathers fall and he goes down. Phew! Nelli does her part... then the camera does the rest. :)



So I hope from this post you have taken a new perspective on this beloved sport. Hunting isn't just ugly clothes and dead animals. It's the pictures that make you smile.
2 comments:
Oh my heck, that is so funny. Way to go Tayli. You got it bare foot and all. :) That's awesome.
Woo Hoo; great job! You're such the "great white WOMAN hunter" Your sooo brave!
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