Shooting Time's Favorite Fall Memory
August 16, 2013
Fall has always been my favorite time of year. As a boy growing up here in the Midwest, fall meant harvest time, football season, leaves falling and hunting season to me.
One of my fondest fall memories is the first time my dad and I hunted quail together. He let me use his old, bolt-action Mossberg Model 183 D-B in .410 Bore for that hunt. We hunted the edges of the small stands of timber and along the fencerows of my family's farm. We weren't lucky enough to put down any quail that day, and I'm not sure if we even saw any, but I will never forget the anticipation before and my sheer excitement during that hunt. I loved every minute of that outing.