hey I hope you got a dog, and one for your cousin to. I will never forget my first dog, Squirl hunting in N. Illinois with my dad, we were sitting on a log eating a sandwitch goffin around with the squirl call. she came up behind us, at like 5 yards. I think he had a load in his pants when I turned and let her have all three shells of 7.5 or 8 shot. Boy did he get pissed at me for not unloading the shootgun before we sat down. That was in 1983 he"s gone now, but we had alot of laughs about that for years after.