The other day, while out hunting (what else?) divers. A good friend of mine had the opportunity to shoot a beautiful Pintail drake.
It came in as if on a string.(you know how silly those park types are)
As he dropped down from somewhere deep in space, straight in between the two longlines of bills, I didn't even lift my shotgun.
Not a word was spoken, no calling the shot or, "you take this one" to be said. It was as if it was already predetermined, destined if you will, that the bird was Rodney's trophy, to win or lose.
He took the challenge seriously and quickly dispatched his quarry with a single shot.
The bird completed it's last 10 feet of flight or, rather fall, in a completely limp condition. There he lay flat on the water, floating flat on the water, between two longlines of Bluebills.
My ol' dog Kodi sprang into action and quickly delivered the bird to hand, Rodney's hand.
I have to admit, there was a short period of silence(very short), where Rodney and I looked at each other in silence, almost in disbelief. Then, there was whooping, hollerin' and high fives. It was actually the first bird of the day but, that had nothing to do with all the ruckus.
This was all followed by taking a picture, with my cell phone, of Rodney with his trophy pinner. The picture was immediately sent to several fellow duckers, family and friends.
What would you think was a trophy pintail or any other bird for that matter?