My friends and I did the same when we were young. It was nothing for a half dozen or so to take our BB guns, pellet guns and .22s and go over to the abandoned gravel pit and shoot whatever we could.
Now its different. Could you imagine the response to seeing 6-8 teenagers walking through a neighborhood with pellet guns? They’d call out the SWAT team, take them to juvenile detention, brand them as terrorists and try them as adults.
WTF?
I would invite you to come to my place and take out the starlings that make a mess on my pickup.
Jeff Beck and Jimmy Page might shoot back but Eric seems to be a bit of a weeny.
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I remember in my childhood there was a robin in our backyyard, pulling up a huge earthworm. Normally, they fly away when they see someone, but this worm was huge and it didn’t want to lose it.
I was about 40 feet away. I slowly picked up a rock. Having been practicing as a pitcher for our baseball team, I wanted to see how accurate I could be (I was a wild pitcher.)
I wound up, and delivered a fast ball...and hit the bird center mass. It was dead before it knew what hit it.
I was devestated. I gave that bird the biggest bird funeral you could imagine, and buried it specially.
I think about it to this day.
I didn’t watch the video, but thanks for reminding me how much fun I had as a kid shooting various backyard vermin
Now, breast that thing out .. and hopefully several dozen more.
When you're through with that little chore, wrap each of those breast pairs around a slice of jalepeno and then wrap each of those things in a slice of bacon.
Throw 'em on the grill 'til they're cooked properly and you've got yourself really fine meal.
I kill backyard birds (primarilly crows, grackles, and starlings) because the buggers are usually eating from my vegetable garden or fruit trees. Once in a while I will take a goose from the field, but only if it’s on the wing.
I met a new friend when I was around 12 who invited me over to his house to target practice with our BB guns. While I was shooting cans he was shooting sparrows. They guy was from Laos and was pecking off birds left and right. Each one he go gather, put into a ziploc and throw into the fridge for later consumption.
When I asked him about shooting the birds his reply was that they did this all the time and that back in his country it was as common to eat birds as it was for an American to eat a burger.
He was a dam good shot I must admit. But that settled it for me never to target practice on the birdies.
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Thanks.
Relax, it’s a right of passage for young boys who will go on- like you- to value life.
If you have the background you claim you should know all this and more.
An animation is nothing more than an inaccurate and misleading representation of what actually occurs during a dove hunt.
Best regards,
Its a damn bird.
*SIGH* More “socialist wussification” of our boys. I’m really starting to miss REAL MEN. They’ll be the ones extinct in another generation, not the ubiquitous sparrow or mourning dove. *Rolleyes*
I did my share; raised three boys to manhood. None have any problems with hunting, fishing, enjoying nature in all Her forms, and treating women properly. Birds are an excellent learning curve for moving on to bigger game. Aim small, miss small.
Those filthy disease carrying &^%*ing Rats with wings that roosted on our apartment buildings overhanging front porch, our Front Room top windows, and then the building across the street. I racked up 22 Kills with my trusty 5mm Benjamin - Sheridan Scoped Pellet rifle. (this w/o scope)
Six pumps would do it to knock them off the Chimney of the building across the street (they moved there after I got most from my building). Nothing sweeter than seeing those filthy &^%$%ers do a head first death dive to the ground from 3 stories up.
And if you think that's cruel, have then crap on you, your family, and friends a few times each over 15 years when you walk out your door dressed up. Until I did my 'cleanup work' we couldn't even sit outside.
[42 years later and it's still 'zeroed'.]
Well not a few minutes later I saw a huge buck between some trees. To make a long story short, I shot it, it took off and I couldn't find it. I was out with father in law and flashlights for a good while and never found it. Later the next day I found it on the other side of the property. It was pretty hot out so I decided I wasn't going to eat this deer. I sawed off his horns and left it for the buzzards.
I was pretty bothered over not eating it and this feeling stuck with me even after I returned home. A week or so later I asked God why this bugged me so much and his response was "You worship the creature more than the Creator which is blessed forever."
I was thankful for that correction.
IBTZ!!