By David DiBenedetto
Many years ago, during my first week at the Field & Stream office in New York, I tracked down Dave Petzal. (He was easy to find. If I remember correctly he was sharpening a knife at his desk.) I asked if I could go shooting with him to get a few pointers. I’ve got one pointer for you, he told me, practice. I think he mentioned an ungodly amount of rounds, and then I trudged back to my cubicle. He was right. I needed practice…but I got very little of it in NYC.
Fast forward many years, and I’m now in the Lowcountry with the stark realization that I’m a horrible wing shot. (Deer and turkey I can handle. Dove and ducks make a mockery of me.) And now with a dog at my side the stakes are even higher. I’ve gotten used to letting myself down when the gun goes off, but Pritch just can’t comprehend when a bird doesn’t fall from the sky. Who can blame her?