I was 12 years old when I shot My First Utah Rooster

My First Utah Rooster


When I was 12 years old, I had the opportunity to go pheasant hunting with my Dad, grandpa and brothers in the fields and hills outside a small town called, Meadow, Utah.

I had played “ bird dog” for many years prior to that but this was my first year to actually carry a shotgun. I had arrived!

I was 12 years old when I shot My First Utah Rooster

I was 12 years old when I shot My First Utah Rooster

I remember my shotgun well: it was a long barreled, Winchester Model 42 pump .410 and I was using 3 inch shells with 4 shot.

The time was a clear, crisp November season opener and we were working a field.  As I approached a fenced-in corner, I heard some rustling in the dried weeds in front of me.  Suddenly a brightly colored rooster flushed.  His cackling startled me as he struggled to fly in-between the wires of the fence.  His struggle to free himself gave me enough time to compose myself, raise my .410, and I had dropped My First Utah Rooster with one shot.

I will always remember that time when I got my first rooster on that cold, bright November morning.  I cleaned him and we had him for Sunday dinner.

I am grateful for the memories I have of those days so many years ago.

Posted on September 8, 2013 by Spencer Knibbe

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