What Mike failed to tell you is that he used my shop to mess up while loading, my black powder, my wads, and my incredible expertise. Anyhow, normally the only way anyone will hunt with him is if he bribes them with freebies. And even at that he has very few repeat guests. Guess I'm sorta slow on the take.
Mike posted the wrong photo, which is not unusual (oh, my camera too--he lost his, along with four or five beeper collars and half dozen two-way radios). Here's the uncropped one. Besides getting to see my world famous hat again, look to the right--I've counted 14 bobs on the wing. Doubt y'all can see all of 'em so just trust me....
It was a magical day, one seldom experienced by hunters. Best of all we didn't expect it--actually, we'd have been happy with one covey.
