Back around 1983, I went out dove-hunting with my old Model 12. 30", full choke--but full choke with paper shells. With the "new" plastic, it's extra-full.
I got a triple on passing doves, with "crumple, flop" on each. Found feathers. Never found any of the birds, even with an hour's looking! Mad? Take a guess.
Sure, the coyotes got a meal off me, but I still remember the frustration at what in a way was a "waste".
Got a few quail stories, for that matter. Out here, there is a metamorphosis which occurs when a blue quail hits the ground: They turn into rocks; the little critters become invisible. The moral is, don't shoot doubles; you'll lose the first one.
, Art