Havent made it yet I am still practicing!! Jim
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I was about ten years old, living living in LA. With a plastic pump up pellet gun, I was trying to tag a very loud song bird that for some reason saw fit to sing it's song all through the night outside my bedroom window.
Each morning for a couple of weeks I would get up and try to pick this Jay off of the top of a telephone pole. But it must have had eagle eyes because it scramed at first sight of me.
I refined my stalking and concealment skills with this bird but to no avail. Even at the sight of just the tip of the barrel from the side of our house, the bird was gone. And night after night the song went on.
On a couple of occasions I would just pop out and try my quickest point shot, but some how the bird was always airborn by the time I squeezed the trigger.
I even tried jumping the neighbors fence to try different shot approaches but still to no avail. And night after night the song went on.
Untill one day I just rushed out to the telephone pole in full charge. The bird took off and flew to a tree covered with dense foliage some 5 or 6 houses down. I estimated a 100 yard shot but looking back on it, it was probably more like 50 or 60.
Still out of range for the dinky little crossman I had and I couldn't even see the bird. By this time I had loaded and pumped another pellet. In frustration, without aiming, I pointed the rifle in the general direction of the tree and squeezed the trigger.
I heard the impact, and out from under the canopy fell the midnight song bird. Jeezzzz I felt horrible. It wasn't even an honest shot. But what a shot. Since then I have never shot any animal that I or someone else wasn't going to eat. That bird gave a city boy his first real hunting skills and I wish there was a way I could thank him.