Yesterday I got a short-notice invitation for a dove hunt on nearby Wadmalaw Island, which is 11 miles from our island, straight line, but a 45 minute drive by road. My next door neighbor brought me to a small farm where the owner reported doves coming in to corn stubble. This was an unorganized hunt with only 5 hunters.
The hunting was slow, so long shots were in order. Had I known how slow it would be, I would have brought my 12 gauge instead of the 28 ga. I did a lot of walking looking for downed birds and ended up with 5 doves. The most satisfying shot, however, was not a dove.
At one point after unsuccessfully looking for a dove that went down, I hid in an irrigation ditch for cover. Looking up a few minutes later, I saw a single crow coming my way as he was headed for a tree line behind me...what a mistake!! He came so close that I could see his black eye as I pulled the trigger. Not only did he hit the ground with a thud, but as I walked over to pick him up, I found the dove I was looking for earlier!
The best part was that after the hunt the dead crow started a conversation about crow damage and one of the hunters was a local farmer with a crow problem in a nearby field. He hates crows and wants me to help him out!
To be continued,
Demi
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Doves drove you in a ditch to hide from them but instead you were able to ambush a crow inadvertently fell over one of the doves you could not find that started a conversation about a crow infestation elsewhere that needs your attention! Fate!!!!