What got you started with airguns in the first place?
Tim always had a Benjamin (probably a 312) and a burlap sack. Pop would stop and talk to him,and he's always have somthing in the sack (squirrel/rabbit/doves/ robins(Yes...folks ate robins)/ quail/ or at least a 'possum).
QuoteTim always had a Benjamin (probably a 312) and a burlap sack. Pop would stop and talk to him,and he's always have somthing in the sack (squirrel/rabbit/doves/ robins(Yes...folks ate robins)/ quail/ or at least a 'possum).Thank you for confirming that I'm not the only one who ate Robins when I lived in Louisiana When I told my Yankee friends that I hunted and ate Robins they either didn't believe me or I had some kind of hangup I still remember putting them in a burlap sack, like your friend, to prepare them for a sit down meal.
Our backyard neighbor (across the alley way) had two sons that would shoot robins with BB guns for their mom. We had chinaberry trees and the robins would come in large numbers at certain times of the year to eat them. One day, she asked me if I wanted a robin sandwich and I said yes. It was a BBQ robin sandwich, and I tell ya, it was so good that I still remember it. I never had another but always wanted one.
Now that I think about it, we got a tv when I was 8 years old. I loved to watch those westerns...
QuoteOur backyard neighbor (across the alley way) had two sons that would shoot robins with BB guns for their mom. We had chinaberry trees and the robins would come in large numbers at certain times of the year to eat them. One day, she asked me if I wanted a robin sandwich and I said yes. It was a BBQ robin sandwich, and I tell ya, it was so good that I still remember it. I never had another but always wanted one.Nice to see yet one more Southerner admit to this rite of passage ritual.I feel a sense of belonging and guilt free now.............
We had a Coleman stove. Me and my neighbor buddies would all get together and fry up whatever we had as young boys. Mama didn't care as long as it was outside. I remember us frying up some rabbits, squirrels and blackbirds one day. We had a blast cooking stuff we shot all on our own. My dad gave me his .410 and just said not to shoot it up in the air or towards the neighbors. Blackbirds were a real common target with that shotgun.