In the fine southern tradition, tomorrow is opening day. Dove season kicks off the start of a new year of hunting.
There ain't nothin' finer, than to be humiliated in Carolina, by a scarcely 1 lb gray flying kamikaze.
Here's what they look like, when there not flying by at 50 MPH:
And here's what they look like when, by chance alone, they blunder into your shot stream:
I can almost smell the roast pig, sweet tea, corn, boiled potatoes as a prelude to the sweet fragrance of spent shot shells, lying in piles at my feet.
Heat, sweat, bugs and frustration, I can't wait till noon tomorrow. My 20 ga SxS, and four boxes of #8's to bag a slim meal of 15 feathered fools......
There ain't nothin' finer, than to be humiliated in Carolina, by a scarcely 1 lb gray flying kamikaze.
Here's what they look like, when there not flying by at 50 MPH:
And here's what they look like when, by chance alone, they blunder into your shot stream:
I can almost smell the roast pig, sweet tea, corn, boiled potatoes as a prelude to the sweet fragrance of spent shot shells, lying in piles at my feet.
Heat, sweat, bugs and frustration, I can't wait till noon tomorrow. My 20 ga SxS, and four boxes of #8's to bag a slim meal of 15 feathered fools......
