OK, I was thinking this could either go here or in the OT's Tall Tales and Yarns Section.
Quick background, I have heard the story for years, it never changes, but I never gave it any weight. The story came up again in conversation over the weekend with Dad and my uncle so thought y'all might appreciate it.
Story goes that my father, uncle and grandfather hunted the rice fields of Matagorda County (I do NOT doubt this part of the story as photographic evidence corroborates that they hunted a rice farm at least twice) in 'the good ol' days' (circa late 50s to early 1960s) when hunting was 'sooo much better than what it is today.'
Teal limits were evidently pretty liberal, if there were any at all back then. If, in fact, there were actually harvest limits, I am pretty comfortable telling this story as I am sure the statute of limitations has expired.
One hunt in particular, the hunting was soooo incredible that the trio all ran out of ammunition and boast a very high double-digit tally on the morning in question - the number of birds downed never varies - had they not run out of ammo, I have no doubt the three could have hit triple digits before lunch. "The teal were as thick as the mosquitos on that particular morning."
Fine. Y'all's hunt. My grandfather knew what it was to be hungry during the Depression and its not my place to judge them as he hunted for not just sustenance but existence in the old days.
This is where I doubt
find the story hard to believe. My dad swears that on his last shot he got a true flying double - plausible - but he is prone to exaggeration. Maybe it wasn't his last shot of the day - or maybe they were already sitting in the flooded rice. 50 years later, its your story, Dad - you re-remember it how you want.
Here is what I have always heard about this hunt, but no one ever believes. I need some THF help if they have ever heard of such.
Please keep in mind that Dad, Uncle and Grandfather, who passed away 20+ years ago, all swear to this: MY GRANDFATHER STUCK THE BUTT OF HIS SHOTGUN IN THE AIR, A TEAL FLEW INTO THE BUTT OF THE GUN AND KILLED ITSELF D-E-A-D dead.
Even if my 'Big Dad' swung at it like Babe Ruth, I suppose the impact of the butt of a Stevens 20 ga pump could end a teal, but really?
I have had birds 'land on me' in my 30+ years of waterfowling, but not sure I have been buzzed close enough to where I could hold the barrel of a gun up and swat one out of the sky. What say y'all? I am grateful that the times I have heard the story, I am pretty sure I was wearing boots.