As exciting as Christmas is opening day of dove season for me. It means the culmination of an event, planting the sunflower field, that began in May.............and reaches fruition in September.
In between we pray for rain, fight weeds, and prepare our guns, stools (dove speak for a rotating seat), loads, and wait....................impatiently at times, while watching the azure sky for those wonderful little grey rockets.........
They always come..............or, at least, they always have.
Which is why I, and many others text occasionally as we obsess about what progress has been made towards opening day, how many birds are being seen, and how many days remain............
https://www.timeanddate.com/countdown/ge...mp;font=cursive With bated breath, SRH
