A few months ago while I was in Pa bear hunting I decided to go rabbit hunting while everyone else was enjoying a few beers(guns where gone) I had to borrow some birdshot from my uncle.the shells looked like they had survived a nuclear apocalypse and than thrown in the ocean for a few months, I couldn't make out what brand they where but they said #6s. After kicking out a brush patch a huge bird shot up and screamed at me. I jumped up almost peeing my pants and holding the gun about at my hip pulled the trigger. That bird was the best thing I have ever eaten in my life. To bad they're arnt many of them in Virginia.
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