I went to a canned hunt in eastern oregon and shot a couple birds.
I went pheasant "Hunting" up at a place called canyon creek recently. It was a blast (pun partially intended).
(see the pheasant? it's in a better place now. After all, septic systems have some advantages over sewers)
Now heres where the massacre part comes in. before heading out, people were talling me about how bad it is to shoot them on the ground and that shooting hens wasn't manly. being poor and hungry isn't manly so I shot some hens anyways.
I later found out that we were to hunt within a set perimeter. Before we went 'hunting', I observed several 4 wheelers ride out and place the pheasants in the field, making them dizzy and tying a pink ribbon to the bush they put them in. seemed more like a canned hunt to me, although everyone insisted it was real hunting.
until then, hunting to me was prowling through the woods freezing my arse off with my trusty .270 and after a couple days of a primitive existance based around fire, i would shoot a deer take it home and eat it. So to me it seemed like practice for the dogs.
and target practice for me
Since it was canned I didn't feel bad about shooting hens, and plus look at the look on that guys face. (he hadn't even raised his gun when I peppered the bird that came outta there)
There sacrifices will not be in vain, as I will use there skins to train my dog. (plus they were better then fast food)
for those of you offended by the fact that I'd rather eat pheasant then taco bell for a couple nights, I offer you this picture of the eastern oregon scenery.
and for my fellow gun nuts, I was armed with a .20 Guage Browning. (I don't own it of course, I'm to poor for cool guns. I was borrowing it)
