Contributing to History

Well, I was finally able to be part of the craziness that is the first Iowa dove season in 93 years. After church on Sunday Austin and I were out in the yard and joked about going dove hunting. It then dawned on both of us that we could actually do that! We decided Monday morning we would head to Big Marsh to shoot some doves. Dad, Michael Parker, Austin and I pulled together as many bullets and supplies we could and got out to the spot in pure disbelief that we would have the place to ourselves. After finally settling in and shooting at some passers, we were finally able to see some birds. Michael and Dad split off and brought down the first one. Austin and I were patient and waited for birds to come to us. A group came right in to our gap, and I unloaded my gun. Nothing. Austin proceeded to double on the birds and we had some doves down. After awhile Austin watched one come down right into the sunflower strip we were in. He walked over to flush the bird and nothing happened. He yelled back that the thing would not fly so I instructed him to just pick it up. Third bird in the bag without a bullet spent to boot! We called the morning done, and said breakfast sounded better than more birds.

I was glad Uncle Al called last night and convinced Dad to go. It was great to see him out in the prairie again.

Breakfast was biscuits and gravy, hashbrowns, eggs, and sauted onions with of course, or morning's doves.

 

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