these things are cracking me up... i'm sitting here trying to strategically plan out where i can get a dummy from and how i can get it to somebodys stand before the opener.

i thougt of another with all the discussion about grandfathers... this was before even my fathers day, but i've heard the story enough i feel like i was there.

this was when my grandfather was a young man so it was probably in the 40's. the guys were all dove hunting and absolutely nothing was flying. apparently a heron sores out over the field and they started to joke about its bravery on that particular day with several itchy trigger fingers and no doves to shoot at. someone bet my grandfather a dollar (which i guess was alot then) he couldnt take it down. being the non law abiding teenager that he was, my grandfather let one single shot fly at the bird. everyone says it folded up and never flapped again and slammed the ground in the middle of the field. my grandfather still swears this thing was so high there is no possible way he could have hit it and died of natural causes.

well he runs out there flipping out and a kid whos dad is dove hunting in the field runs over and beats him to it. the kids yelling my daddy wants to see it my daddy wants to see it. finally my grandfather pries the bird from the kids fingers and disposes of the evidence.

the rest of the guys get together that night and call him saying they are the game warden and asking him questions about what he did that day and if he was dove hunting, yada yada yada. papa confessed to everything and was crying the blues asking for forgiveness and they acted like they were coming to take his gun and arrest him. Not a dove season goes by without that story getting told while everyone is waiting for 12:00 to roll around opening day!