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"...my first flight
of honkers, trembling hands clutching only a
Browning Lightning Model 20-gauge, choked (for
god sake) (sic.) skeet one and two, each chamber
loading with seven-eighths ounce of No. 9
shot... I swung smoothly ahead of the nearest
bird... he folded his wings and fell like a
feathered bomber... I touched off the top barrel
at the next goose and he also spun to thump the
soggy woodcock cover... the same thing happened
again as a second pair pitched forward, dead as
virginity. The light of pure heresy began to
dawn after what I presumed was the `freak'
quadruple with geese so many years ago. . .has
been reinforcing itself with regularity ever
since."
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"In the light of pure heresy,"
Capstick specifically suggests No. 8 or No. 9 shot for
the first barrel and No. 7-1/2 or No. 8 shot in the
second barrel.
THE SECOND SOURCE
There is a long-held theory in the upper Midwest -- where
grouse and pheasant hunting is serious business -- that
shock or impact can be measured by the square of the
number of pellet hits.
For example, with the same weight of metal involved, a
bird struck by three No. 6s would rate a "9" on the
impact scale. Five No. 7-1/2s would rate "25" -- almost
three times more impact than No. 6s! From that I
extrapolate that seven No. 9s would rate as "49" -- twice
again as potent as No. 7-1/2s. Tootsie The Wonder Dog, my
13-year-old English Cocker, agrees. Our long-standing
arrangement is that she works within 20 yards and I don't
shoot 40-yard birds, so No. 8-1/2 or 9 hard shot
(whichever I have in the loader) works fine for us.
THE PROOF IS IN THE EATING!
The support for the effectiveness of this theory is my
wife. Last week she thawed two Nebraska pheasants,
combined them with mushrooms and other magic ingredients
then served them with Minnesota wild rice to the culinary
delight of a few deserving folks living here on the left
coast. In the cooking and boning process of both birds
for this recipe, she encountered only one pellet! The
secret is, of course, that these birds were "swatted"
with a No, 9 fly-swatter.
Swatted with a No, 9 fly-swatter?
Yep. Now, we cannot be the only ones who have had
pellet-less, lead-free game bird dinners. How do you
explain this phenomenon? If you refuse to accept that
they were swatted or "capsticked," then we are down to
beginner's luck, road kill, lightning or Divine
Intervention -- a rather short and depressing list of
unacceptable explanations of how these birds came to be
on the menu.
So, basking in the reflected glow of your good wife's
favorite recipe for game birds, busy yourself with the
wine bottles and adopt a modest demeanor while accepting
the well-deserved compliments that come your way for
sharing the bounty of a well-stocked, semi-lead-free
freezer. Swatted? Capsticked? Only your wife will know
for sure and it is likely not the only secret with which
she is entrusted.