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10 minutes to 7:00 PM - Last Day of the Season

Category: 366 Auto™ Progressive Reloader

Product: Loader 366 12 Ga Gas Asst 2 3-4" 1 Each

Shooter: Glen K. Jensen

Posted: Jun 16, 2010

10 minutes to 7:00 PM - Last Day of the Season
Should I even bother? Ah man it's hot, there are ticks and nats. Is it even worth it?
Ok, ok, I appease my conscience. Ok, ok, I will get dressed and at least try.
I finally get out of the house - 7:15 by this time and "noisily" make it to my hunting spot. Should I sit here - no - how about there? No, I don't like that tree either. Ok - sit somewhere. I did, and I could not see anything. You need to move. No, just stay here you might as well - if you see them before they see you - you will get a shot.
So I break out (3) different calls and try to sound like a flock.
To the right of me is a downed cedar tree I cut a few years ago so I could see better out of an old wooden deer stand. You can hardly see through the tree, but it does have some holes in it to shoot through.
I make one more loud call and stop and listen. All of a sudden to the right of that dead tree I heard a VERY loud cluck, then another.
Then a MASSIVE BLUE HEAD appeared. I knew what it was - I didn't need to see anymore. It's BULBOUS HEAD snaked back and forth with excitement.
I knew I was lucky to have that dead tree in front of me because it could not see me. I also knew if I waited for additional clearance, I might not get a shot as the bird would disappear into the creek drainage just out of sight.
I found a hole in the tree and lined it up with the RAGING animal's head whose SWOLLEN WADDLES WERE ENGORGED and speckled the shadow of his silhouette as he tried to attract what he thought was a hot hen.
Now or never I said to myself.....Wham !!! The shotgun reported...and the bird disappeared. The spent 12 gauge hull came to a rest on the forest floor - 10 feet away - to be loaded yet again. Chamber closed ready for another.
In an instant I was off and running to step on the flapping bird's head - to claim him as my own. I knew it was not over until I had the struggling giant trapped beneath my hunting boot. He began flailing his mighty spurs in an effort to free himself from his menacing captor, hoping all the while one of his sharp daggers would find it's mark. Blood flowed freely as the FEATHERED LEVIATHAN sunk one of his weapons deep into the ankle of his assailant. Unimpeded - I pressed even harder on his now flattened head knowing that if I moved, my prize would be taken away - free to escape and re-claimed by the forest - never to be seen again.
The classic life and death ritual continued for almost 5 minutes as the bird began to weaken, feathers still flying - amassed in small piles surrounding the sight of the downed monarch.
Finally, exhausted and mortally wounded, the wise man of the woods was mine...
Still shaking from the experience, I picked him up in admiration, trying to validate the pattern of my shotgun. It had been true - several pellets in the neck confirmed that I had done my part and I thanked GOD for his...
As I reached for my tag, I could not help but think - what if I decided not to come out - I never would have had this experience - which I will remember for the rest of my days on this earth.
10 minutes to 8:00 PM - last day of the season.