This opened up a lot of memories for me, as some of you know, I lost my dad a couple of weeks ago, when he lived here, Sept 1 was a day always taken off and we went hunting, locally usually, usually ok but not great, when I was young, I would hunt all day, as the elders would hunt in the am, and start again around 4 pm, by hunting all day, I would walk the woods and chase doves out of trees, I would usually limit out, after the hunt the beer would flow and doves on the grill. That tradition continued until he moved a couple of hundred miles away, but even then we could hunt on my brother in laws land, where my dad lived, every once in a while, not great dove area, but that was not the point.
One of the best dove hunts, statute of limitations is well gone, We made plans to hunt whitewing in Mexico, once we got there, suddenly there were no more hunting licenses, but should have some next day, except next day, the price went up 3x, so we ended up day leasing on the Texas side, right on the border, in Texas, in that area, you cannot hunt until after 12pm, and there were so many hunters, you could not believe, I mean behind every rock, cactus and tree, but the birds, if you have watched dove hunting in Argentina, it was like that, the sky was black, you could not pick up a bird, without having a shot at another, I found 38 doves I shot, lost several. The next day, a norther blew in, cooler thank God, but, the birds with the wind were doing 80mph and flying high, if you hit a bird in open field, it would continue on for 50 - 60 yrds before it hit the ground, I just did like back home and went into the wooded area, and shot up close for tree roosters. There were squatters in the far woods, picking up birds that got hit and just sailed too far for a shooter to go find.
Bonus, I was 18, 19 yrs old, and we unloading the van to the motel room, this van pulls up about 15 yards away, and honks, passenger door opens and it looks like LBJ in the passenger seat, western suit and bolo tie, white stetson, and this pretty little blond pokes over him and lifts her shirt to flash me, beautiful, all I could think to do was lift my shirt and flash back.
Of course Dad and his friends did not believe me.
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