NCST8GUY
Frozen H20 Guy
I haven't been to the lease like I used to in many years. I decided that needed to change. Peer pressure and better pre planning on my part got me up there for the Labor Day weekend. First time in a LONG time!
I had 3 boxes of shells, which I figured would get me through the 2023 season.
I started out with a great Friday evening with friends, leftover chix wings from Rudino's in Raleigh, and an early bed time. Next am, I head to the "barn" and only walk maybe 200 yards to a power pole in the middle of like 4 different cow/bull lots. For years it's been a flyline. I enjoyed the morning time alone, and when it got light the gunshots from nearby farms kept me on my toes. I had 6 birds down in only 10 shots. I felt like I was on fire.
Then the wheels fell off. Miss after miss after miss until finally, my Remington 870 express magnum pump would no longer cycle. The amount of birds circling, in fact landing on the power line above my head whilst furiously attempted to eject the last shell was insulting. I finally decided to head to the clubhouse, and cook breakfast, after a great morning, and decent dove hunting.
The cool crisp temps helped me calm down regarding my gun issues.
So I got back to the clubhouse and started to grill bacon, then made omelets as the few members pulled up. I was MUCH happier about my cooking results than my dove hunting results.
Turns out the card I had in the Tactacam was full, so no footage avaialbe My own stupid fault.
Several people took apart my gun, down to screws mind you, and we oiled everything up, Exxon Valdez style, and I went back out for an afternoon hunt. I missed a couple more birds, then noticed I couldn't cycle the third shell. More taking apart of my 870 proved I put the thing that touches the shells in the tube in upside down, so there wasn't enough pressure on the third shell, even with the plug in place.
I quickly grew tired of answering questions line "when is the last time you used this gun?" "5 years ago, to paddle my canoe".
"When is the last time you oiled this gun?" "Nineteen Ninety ??????"
"What choke are you using?" "Ummmmm, ".
Ammo was now low so my goal Sunday was to find some. Found a case, and was ready to use less than one box for a limit on Monday morning.
I had 3 boxes of shells, which I figured would get me through the 2023 season.
I started out with a great Friday evening with friends, leftover chix wings from Rudino's in Raleigh, and an early bed time. Next am, I head to the "barn" and only walk maybe 200 yards to a power pole in the middle of like 4 different cow/bull lots. For years it's been a flyline. I enjoyed the morning time alone, and when it got light the gunshots from nearby farms kept me on my toes. I had 6 birds down in only 10 shots. I felt like I was on fire.
Then the wheels fell off. Miss after miss after miss until finally, my Remington 870 express magnum pump would no longer cycle. The amount of birds circling, in fact landing on the power line above my head whilst furiously attempted to eject the last shell was insulting. I finally decided to head to the clubhouse, and cook breakfast, after a great morning, and decent dove hunting.
The cool crisp temps helped me calm down regarding my gun issues.
So I got back to the clubhouse and started to grill bacon, then made omelets as the few members pulled up. I was MUCH happier about my cooking results than my dove hunting results.
Turns out the card I had in the Tactacam was full, so no footage avaialbe My own stupid fault.
Several people took apart my gun, down to screws mind you, and we oiled everything up, Exxon Valdez style, and I went back out for an afternoon hunt. I missed a couple more birds, then noticed I couldn't cycle the third shell. More taking apart of my 870 proved I put the thing that touches the shells in the tube in upside down, so there wasn't enough pressure on the third shell, even with the plug in place.
I quickly grew tired of answering questions line "when is the last time you used this gun?" "5 years ago, to paddle my canoe".
"When is the last time you oiled this gun?" "Nineteen Ninety ??????"
"What choke are you using?" "Ummmmm, ".
Ammo was now low so my goal Sunday was to find some. Found a case, and was ready to use less than one box for a limit on Monday morning.
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