Stan, I don’t remember what the shells were, my bird boy handled them and loaded my gun. I didn’t shoot anywhere the number you did though I could have. In three days I think I fired about three thousand rounds and was sick of shooting. I pretty well limited myself to a thousand a day. I got bored and would quit and go watch Amarillomike bang away. He even got a three thousand bird day hat, I didn’t but out of sympathy they tossed me one anyhow. My bill was a LOT less than his! smile

Might as well have topic drift. Here is Amarillomike after one of his three thousand shell days. That’s fifteen years ago and he still has that glassy eyed expression.

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Last edited by Joe Wood; 05/05/21 10:20 AM.
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