My dad grew up on a farm in western Ks. He had some cousins that would come out and hunt , city boys from Tulsa. My dad or one his brothers would hunt with them take them around show them some birds.
My uncle got elected this time and was carrying a .410. They were giving him a lot of crap,,, nice gun,,,what are you going to do with that pea shooter….
The story goes 4 shells 5 shells what ever the bag limit was at the time and as many birds. Whatever it was he made quick work of it.
He started walking back to the house, the cousins started hollering , hey hey where you going,
My uncle hollered back,, I’m going home I got my limit. You guys go find your own damn birds!
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