Why Dove Hunting is Hard Work
Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 9:29 am
Originally put this up in the Blog back in April. Thought I would repost this in the hunting section since dove hunting opens September 1st. I've been seeing doves everywhere. I imagine that's a good thing for the hunters.
Bring lots of shells.
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To and from work every day, east of Oswego, I drive down roads that cut through the remaining farms out that way. No one seems to drive them much. People seem to prefer to put up with the traffic on Route 34 and all the idiots that seem to be in no hurry to get home.
On the way home today I turned down this one nice long stretch where you can clip right along. On my left, out of the corner of my eye, I see a bird fly towards the road then turn parallel to me about 30 feet away.
It's a dove.
It hardly moved it's wings and when it did, it was more like it was just pulling it's way through the air. Most of the time it's wings were angled back. I was able to notice all this because I had plenty of time to watch it as it kept pace with me. It would twist a little as it caught wind, it's wings would go back and it would actually pick up speed a little.
Then it flared it's wings, banked off to the left and disappeared across the field.
I looked down at my speedometer. I was doing 60 miles per hour.
Now you know why they're so hard to hit.
Bring lots of shells.
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To and from work every day, east of Oswego, I drive down roads that cut through the remaining farms out that way. No one seems to drive them much. People seem to prefer to put up with the traffic on Route 34 and all the idiots that seem to be in no hurry to get home.
On the way home today I turned down this one nice long stretch where you can clip right along. On my left, out of the corner of my eye, I see a bird fly towards the road then turn parallel to me about 30 feet away.
It's a dove.
It hardly moved it's wings and when it did, it was more like it was just pulling it's way through the air. Most of the time it's wings were angled back. I was able to notice all this because I had plenty of time to watch it as it kept pace with me. It would twist a little as it caught wind, it's wings would go back and it would actually pick up speed a little.
Then it flared it's wings, banked off to the left and disappeared across the field.
I looked down at my speedometer. I was doing 60 miles per hour.
Now you know why they're so hard to hit.