Well, my season has been horrible since the first Sunday. After my wife used my gun to kill her jake I have missed three birds. The latest of the three being Saturday morning at 5:55 am. This bird flew off roost and walked straight to me. At less than 10 steps I squeezed the trigger and watched him run off. This has been my worst string of luck since I have started chasing these big, black chickens. Hopefully I can get back out a couple of afternoons this week to try and seal the deal on my second bird. I will be packing a different gun this time.