I'm gonna' catch hell for this one!!!
I was twelve going quail hunting with my dad and grandpa. they were a few steps ahead as i was dilly dallying and trying to hold the old single shot 16 gauge that was given to me. Anyway, I wander off to the left of them screwing around and getting more bored by the second when all of the sudden I walked right up on a covey of quail just a foot or so in front of me! They made a heck of a racket and I blasted all hell at 'em, unfortunely they went in the direction of my dad and grandpa!!! I almost shot both of them at once!! My dad and grandpa came unglued at me and I almost got shot with my own 16 gauge! They immediatley relieved me of the shotgun and checked themselves for injuries (none thank the lord) and low and behold I had killed two at once about a foot off the ground! They were quite heavy as they were both quite full of lead!!!!!
Inedible in fact they were so shot ridden. Anyway that was my last hunting trip with my grandfather, he lived a long full life, but my dad said the only reason he did was because we never went hunting again??? Hell, I got two birds with one shot????
PS The hunt for Bin Laden was great but I wasn't there.......