Southern Illinois......
Yesterday was our annual dove hunt here in Southern Illinois. The doves were thicker on our friends farm than they had been in several years. The shooting is always good there, he absolutely manicures the place for doves, but this year was particularly good. I believe everybody in the field took a limit home, my father and I included. Our friend the farmer knows of my love for shooting barn pigeons so he put me on a stand that had several using along with the doves. I killed my dove limit with Grandpa's little Stevens 20 gauge and the pigeons with the old 32 inch DHE 12 gauge.
My friend Tom was with me but not shooting, just working a young female lab he's training. I had the priviledge of shooting the first real birds she'd ever picked up. He hunted her for the first hour of the shoot, she picked up four doves and a pigeon for me. It was brutally hot, 100 degrees in the shade with 100% humidity, hard weather on a black dog for certain.
This morning our farmer friend Russell, Dad, and I all went out for a pigeons only shoot and did well again. We killed 17 amongst us, all over decoys, really had a fine time. I was particularly lucky, killing my first ducks of the season (bluewing teal) as they came ripping by along the pond bank. Illinois has an early teal season that happens to be open right now.
Another dove shoot this afternoon if the rain slacks off. It's drizzling now, I'm praying to the weather gods for a break around 3pm. Doves don't move in even the slightest damp weather......
Destry
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I was as virtuously given as a gentleman need to be; virtuous enough; swore little; diced not above seven times a week; went to a bawdy-house once in a quarter--of an hour; paid money that I borrowed, three of four times; lived well and in good compass: and now I live out of all order, out of all compass. Falstaff - Henry IV
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