Photos and Article contributed by Field Staff Writer K. Floerke.
This has not been the season for dove and honestly I’m not that good of a shot with a shotgun. It takes me about five boxes of shells to get half of my limit. I have had dove fly towards the barrel of my gun headed straight between my eyes and I have often missed. Today was different.
We have two seasons for dove down here in South Texas. One starting in September ending in October and the second starting in the heart of deer season during the month of December. I am currently hunting in the second season.
Today is cold, windy, and muddy. It is the kind of day where you put in hard work for a harvest and freeze your rear off with only dreams of eating bacon wrapped jalapeÃ±o and cream cheese stuffed dove sizzling from right off the BBQ pit when you get home. This is one of my favorite meals.
Today I hit my limit for the first time this season and I couldn’t be more content and filled with the kind of confidence I need to continue through the cold and wind again on tomorrowâ€™s hunt.
I am sitting in the deer blind writing this article as I wait for a deer to wander into sight. I’m shivering cold and I can see the steam from my breath. The sun is teasing me with its warmth as it heads straight for bed behind the western hills.
I am not too worried about the big game right now because I know that I have plenty of very tasty dove meat for the evening. Despite the lack of success in my dove hunts, I have been able to harvest several deer so that I have a deep freezer full of venison from the prior hunts.
I entertain the thought of ending the hunt early because of the windy cold and the satisfaction of a freezer full of meat. So I keep asking myself ifÂ I should finish the hunt….
Yes, I always finish the hunt.