My dad had an old friend who really knew how to lead a target and really helped me.
He told us a story once about how he went duck hunting at a local reservoir. He said he was getting his canoe ready when all these rooster pheasants started flying over the hill. So he started shooting pheasants. Not realizing it was the Fish and Game releasing the birds on the other side.
Wow!!! Did they do anything to him????
Now, I don’t mean this to be racist:
My dad and I were trolling for crappie back in the late ‘50’s and the bank was lined with several black guys fishing with cane poles...All of a sudden, one black guy comes running down the bank yelling, “Yonder come Mr Game Warden!!! Yonder come Mr Game Warden!!!!”
The guys scattered like a covey of quail...We saw them here and there in the woods peeking around for the next 10 minutes....