Truthful-Meals.NET From the Archives – I had hardly loaded my shotgun when I heard somebody to my left shout, “Here they come!”
By the time I turned my head to appear, a flock of 30 doves
roared more than the treeline behind us, dodging and zig-zagging like fighter jets
coming in for an attack. The guys to my left let loose on them in a
barrage of anti-aircraft fire, but only one particular dove went down. The rest settled
into a field of dead sunflowers and started pecking away.
This was 2011, and at the time I’d by no means observed something like
it, at least not in particular person. So quite a few doves. The flight looked like
these films you see of the legendary Argentina dove hunts, exactly where shooters can
kill hundreds of doves in a day and the shooting is so furious you require
two guns to protect against them from overheating.
So this is what it was all about. This was a bona
fide south Texas dove hunt. I was in awe.
Dove hunting is a Labor Day tradition in the warm-climate states, and from California to Virginia it marks the customary commence to the hunting year. Holly and I hunt mourning doves as considerably as we can, and we’ve had our great days. But practically nothing like this. Our doves come in singles and pairs, not massive flocks. As I stood there, sweating in the 106°F heat, so quite a few birds buzzed about me I felt overwhelmed, frozen. [full article]