I can't stand them. I mean braggarts. I find them arrogant and obnoxious. But today I become one. (We frequently become that which we hate.)
Yesterday I made a perfect shot. Broadbill, Joey Clams, and I did a preserve hunt. Duck season is over and now is a good time. We had a mix of chukars and pheasants.
We entered a small field and Buffy was quartering the field. She flushed a chukar that presented a left to right quartering shot, maybe a quartering crosser. Heavily wooded background on an overcast day made the target (bird) difficult to see. I picked up the bird, swung through, got the correct lead and dropped the bird probably at 30-35 yards. It was in the center of my pattern and fell dead as a doornail. Perfect form on my part---smooth and done without any rush. I am right handed and this is a most difficult shot to make. I said nothing to my partners but through my eyes I saw perfection.
My second brag is that I have two friends that are great and I will hunt with them anytime. Joey's first time in the uplands and he was a perfect gentlemen. He got with the plan, helped pin a running pheasant, forcing it into some brush and waited until Broadbill could handle his Boykin , Rebel, into the brush to flush the bird, followed by Joey's patient shot which killed the bird. And Broadbill is great to hunt with. He's not a game hog and he never claims to have dropped the bird when there are multiple shots. And he refrained from telling me "I told you so" when I insisted on something but later had to admit I was wrong and he was right.
I would like to hear about any other brags from the field---shooting, use of a particular gun, hunting partners, game birds, dog work. Today I welcome all brags.