I'm a Wing Shooter!

Growing up as a kid in South Georgia, I was exposed to a life in the outdoors by my Dad.  My Father came from a hunting and fishing family, so it was only natural that he would pass on the family tradition to me.  I hope to pass it on to my son and so on, ensuring that the Luckie family will always be a friend to the outdoors as well as have a genuine love for all that God's creation can offer while afield.  Because I have come from such a family, I have had the opportunities to do all kinds of hunting and fishing.  I consider myself lucky that I can say that I have hunted for deer, doves, ducks, turkeys, quail, snipe, pheasants, rabbits, squirrels, crows, coons, and rattle snakes just to name a few.  I have also done my share of fishing whether it was on a lake, in a pond, on the river, or in the ocean.  I have had a well rounded outdoor experience so far in this life.  Some might say that it would be hard to pick a favorite activity out of all of these, but for me it is really simple.  I'm a wing shooter!

I live for the feel of feathers in my hand that have been retrieved by a well mannered bird dog.
I love the simple sophistication of a double barrel or over/under shotgun.
I feel the upland hunting tradition as I stride across the fields of Kansas.
The beating of quail wings is the sound of music that makes my heart jump a beat.

I love the social hour with good friends before the dove shoot.
The smell of spent shells mixed with peanut hay brings back childhood memories.
A bird dog on point is a beautiful thing.
My son with his BB gun sitting by my side is priceless.

I love brier pants and a blaze orange upland vest!
The sound of Woodys flying through the swamp at day break gives me chills.
Watching a Lab's eyes and his muscles quiver as the Mallards are getting close is spine tingling.
I have never been tired at the end of a field when that last rooster flushes from under my feet.

I always think of my Grand Daddy when I put my Browning in its case.
I loose tract of time when I am quail hunting with my cousins.
Quail hunting is the only way to make it snow in South Georgia!
Being a Grandson, son, father and friend have a a special meaning when chasing wings!

Yep, I'm a wing shooter and although I have just tried to express my feelings about this passion of mine, I find that even these words do not truly communicate the feeling that I get when I am doing what I love best.  I love bird hunting and I hope that I will continue to experience what I know and even chase some new wings in the near future. 

I think I hear a Prairie Chicken or a Grouse calling my name, or maybe it was a woodcock or a sea duck. 

Only time will tell!