The Sunflower Saga

Sowing the seeds of dove shooting success-or not

Anything flying, Bob?" It was Doc Youngman, one of the club members. He was just arriving. "A few," I said. He stood out in the blazing September sun loaded down with every kind of dove hunting paraphernalia imaginable. Shading his eyes, he peered into the shadows at me. "Just a few?" he repeated, sounding disappointed. I had set up my stool under the row of hackberries and oaks that line the river. It was traditionally a good spot if you were quick enough to catch the doves coming over the treetops.

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