With Jose watching the rear and me scanning the front, we soon got into a grove and the pigeons started dropping like flies. Did I mention I was having a fun with a capitol “F”? It was great. The shooting was frequent enough that you got all of the shots you could have wanted, but not near so many as in the dove field When shooting doves, there were always targets in front of you and all you had to do was pick something flapping its wings and pull the trigger. With pigeons, you had to identify your target and then plan a shot. The closest thing I can compare it to is shooting only greenheads when duck hunting. At the end of the day, I had taken 53 birds with Lee and Doug taking another 104. It was a fabulous way to spend an afternoon.
When we got back to camp, Bob and John had just gotten back from their perdiz hunt. They had a great afternoon as well. While we were out in the field, another group had made their way to camp. A father and his two sons had found their way to Argentina from Atlanta and were here for a five-day hunt. Tony, Vince, and Alex were on a combination big-game and bird hunt. We had the opportunity to get acquainted over dinner. Dinner consisted of prime rib, grilled rare, with a salad, grilled peppers, wax beans, and potatoes. The meal was topped off by a coconut pie with dulce de leche liquor on top. After dinner, the group retired to the fire pit for another round of drinks and to swap some stories. I finally broke myself away about 10:30. We had to be up at 4:30 again in the morning and I still had to have my shower before hitting the rack.
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- My afternoon’s worth of pigeons.
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- John and Bob and an afternoon’s worth of Perdez
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- Brother Doug with the fruits of his afternoon’s work.
