Years ago my hunting buddy and I were coming up behind the shorthairs pointing a covey of quail. When we reached about 20 feet from the dogs, the covey flushed. One headed right at my buddy who proceeded to duck and swing the buttstock of his Ithaca 280, killing the quail and never firing a shot. The standing joke was "no bullets required".
When I was a kid, my older cousin took me pheasant hunting for my first time. He had a young Brittany that was on point at the edge of a corn field that had been harvested. When the pheasant flushed, we both emptied 5 shots from our pumps as he flew 200 yards across the field. When he reached the other edge of the field, the pheasant hit a tree in flight and fell dead at the base of the tree. There wasn't a BB in him!
Both true stories.
Hope they are enjoyable. I always smile when I think about them.
