On paper, dove hunting has no right to be as fun as it is. We pick the hottest time of the year to sit on a tailgate that feels more like a stove burner set to low, and try to shoot these tiny birds flying at what appears to be 200 miles per hour. So, what is it that brings us out to the sunflower fields in September?
To me, dove hunting represents the opening day of opening days. It marks the moment when hunters across the country—particularly in Texas—can flip that switch in their brain and celebrate the start of something special. In this case, I was celebrating with fellow members of the Young Presidents Organization, a great group of people to hang out with, even if they whiff on more than a few birds.
If you're cursed with the same affliction, be sure to read my series on fitting/mounting and shooting a shotgun.
There’s an odd contrast during dove hunts. You’re battling oppressive heat, fire ants, and dehydration—but still have a hunting-season-induced smile plastered across your face.
For such a casual activity, dove hunting is pretty damn hard, which is why I highly recommend getting some practice before September.
Spoiler alert: doves aren’t very big, so a cooler packed with meat ready for the fire always comes in handy.
Spoiler alert: doves aren’t very big, so a cooler packed with meat ready for the fire always comes in handy.
