My grandson and I finally managed to get out after doves Sunday afternoon. We dropped off the cap to a tank and just turned around and left as it was covered up with hunters. Back up the cap we went and down to a windmill that hardly anyone hunts. Just us two and dove everywhere. The only problem was that it came a little rain shower Saturday and every little low spot had a mud puddle and the dove didn't have to come to the wind mill for water. They would fly by over there and over yonder and occasionally over us. I hadn't even picked up my over & under in the last three years and I was rusty with a capital R. Missed the first 5 or 6 that came by. Grandson was knocking one down now and then. Finally settled down and remembered a little about shooting a shotgun and started connecting regularly and so did the kid. Little mesquite bushes were 2 & 3 feet high so we had to hunker down on our knees and then straighten up and shoot. My old arthritic knees don't hunker very well at all. Grandkid was bouncing up and down like a rubber ball. I hobbled back to the truck when we quit.
I enjoyed creaking up and down so much we are heading back out there in about 2 hrs. Tylenol is a great drug.
A lot of the little mudholes should be soaked up by now and that will help to bring the birds where we want them.
