Originally Posted By: Stan
I get my share of clays, Mike, but there is no substitution for the little grey rockets we call doves. They haunt my dreams even in May. It is a sad, sad thing (to most of the world, not to me blush) to be so consumed with something, as I am with shooting doves.

SRH


Stan, I'm perfectly content to let the little buggers nest in my pine trees all summer then in the fall send them down south for you guys to have fun with. To me there just isn't enough meat on one to justify the cost of a 12 bore shell. grin

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