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Same Step, Same Shot: A Double Flush Between Old Friends

We didn’t speak. We didn’t need to. Just one glance, a nod, and the sound of bootsteps crunching in sync as we dropped into the west-facing draw. We’d hunted this cover for eight seasons together. We knew where the thorns thickened. Where the dog would point. Where the covey might hold.

But we didn’t know this would be the flush that we’d talk about for the rest of our lives.

🐦 The Double That Felt Like Magic

We were striding the low edge when the dog froze.

Locked hard. Mid-step.

We paused.

He took high side, I took low.

And as if the birds had read the script, two roosters burst—one high, one low—opposite directions.

Two shots. Two hits. Silence.

We looked at each other, wide-eyed, then burst into laughter.

“Some shots take a season to earn. Others take a friendship.”

🧠 What That Flush Reminded Us

Lesson Why It Matters
Cover matters—but timing is everything We walked it once already. The second pass? Perfect.
Trust your hunting partner He didn’t crowd my lane. I didn’t crowd his.
Know your zones We didn’t plan the split—we just moved right
Let the dog work She slowed when we rushed. We adjusted. She delivered.
Item Why It Worked
Browning Citori 20ga O/U Tight and responsive—ideal for quick doubles
Pyke Wingshooter Pant Took the bramble beating and kept going
Final Rise Legacy Vest Carried birds, water, and a memory or two
Garmin Alpha 10 (dog tracking) Kept tabs without interference
Ballcap with just enough luck left Eight seasons old—and still working

You can shoot a double alone. You can hike miles solo. But when it all clicks—dog, birds, weather, and an old friend beside you—you’ll feel it.

“We didn’t plan the double. We earned it, one flush and one friendship at a time.”

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