I do not want to boast, but I have been shooting pretty much all my life. but shooting a dove? That's a different story. Around here, not even some of the most skilled marksmen can bring down these birds. After shooting about a box of shells, I noticed something. My shotgun wadding was flying behind the birds! That means I was not aiming far enough in front of the doves, they fly so fast even a shotgun can not hit them when aimed directly at them. I had to make a lead on them. Thinking to myself , I could remember Mr. Myers talking to me about this. He had said "When shooting at a dove you can't aim right at the thing. You gotta aim a little in front of them just enough so they fly into the shot, it won't ever touch them if you're just aiming right at them." So I tried out what he said. After waiting a bit for one to fly in, I had my chance . I waited for the best shot possible, I waited, and waited, then I stood up from my hide and shouldered my trusty Remington 1100, took the lucky lead the fired! a puff of white down feathers floated in the air and across the field as if it was a scene from Forest Gump. After harvesting a total of 9 delicious game, I finally got the hang of hunting
I do not want to boast, but I have been shooting pretty much all my life. but shooting a dove? That's a different story. Around here, not even some of the most skilled marksmen can bring down these birds. After shooting about a box of shells, I noticed something. My shotgun wadding was flying behind the birds! That means I was not aiming far enough in front of the doves, they fly so fast even a shotgun can not hit them when aimed directly at them. I had to make a lead on them. Thinking to myself , I could remember Mr. Myers talking to me about this. He had said "When shooting at a dove you can't aim right at the thing. You gotta aim a little in front of them just enough so they fly into the shot, it won't ever touch them if you're just aiming right at them." So I tried out what he said. After waiting a bit for one to fly in, I had my chance . I waited for the best shot possible, I waited, and waited, then I stood up from my hide and shouldered my trusty Remington 1100, took the lucky lead the fired! a puff of white down feathers floated in the air and across the field as if it was a scene from Forest Gump. After harvesting a total of 9 delicious game, I finally got the hang of hunting