Meant to post this in January but life got in the way.
Around October of last year I decided it was time to propose to my girlfriend of 3 years, but I couldn't really decide how I would do it. After talking it over with some buddies, I decided that I wanted to do it while on a hunt. My plan was to have everyone in on it, but her, and when the birds worked in I would call the shot. Right then everyone would stand up, and shoulder their gun, but she would be the only one to fire. Once she dropped a bird, I would send my lab to retrieve it, and once the bird was back in hand, I would slip the engagement band over the foot, and tell her that it was "banded" all while a buddy was filming. In theory this was GOLD to me, unfortunately I made one small miscalculation... Her shooting skills. I never pushed her to go because I didn't want her to get suspicious, and she went a solid, 8 or so times throughout the season. However every time I said the code word for my buddies not to shoot, she came up empty. Finally the last day of the season one of my buddies had a pond in his back yard that he had been saving to hunt all year. It was covered in mallards, and he told me to go ahead and put her on a hunt. After several missed opportunities, I began to get frustrated, of coarse she couldn't understand why. Just when I was about to give up a pair of gadwall came in, and landed at 15yds. I told her to shoot one off the water, but she said not till they jump. She hollered at them, and they got up... Boom...Boom..........Boom. On her third shot at HAILMARY+++ yards she dropped the drake. I followed through with my plan, and she said yes. It was a memory I'll never forget.