Hoardes of pigeons... absolute hoardes of them. The cockie sounded sort of desperate. Friday's big rain event had put his paddocks under water, leaving the pigeons with not too many options to find food and dry land so they descended on his moozlie. He called Milo. Milo called me. We only had a day to organise ourselves and get there. What greeted us was several thousand birds, all over the cattle feed and sitting in the surrounding paddocks.
I dragged out the layout blind and got it set up in a paddock, then we set to work on some of the moozlie munchers. The shooting was steady and it was different - all decoying birds. The layout blind worked a treat, each of us got some pretty fine shooting.
How many birds? Well a shitwack really. Check out urbandictionary.com and you'll see that a shitwhack is less than a fuckton. Maybe there was actually a fuckton of pigeons there. All that i know is that somewhere is some footage of a zillion birds approaching and me not shooting, claiming "stagefright" and giggling like a fiend.
Oh yeah, there was definitely a fuckton of pigeons. We got 115 in hand and maybe another 15-20 that came down in the distance.... but we made very little difference to numbersof birds around.
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