Dove Hunt Narrative

We woke up to something that smelled like bacon. After granddad and I walked to the kitchen like zombies, our mood completely changed. "Delicious!" Granddad hollered, as he split a biscuit and tossed a slab of bacon on it. Grandma had woke up early for us then cooked an amazing breakfast. I didn't realize something at first. But then I was with a brick. "Oh yeah!" I said excited. "It is opening day of dove season!" After scarfing down our breakfast. We left for the long dove hunt. We loaded up our spinny chairs, shotguns , shotgun shells, camouflage and tons of little Debbie', we left for the field. The hunting spot belonged to a man named Terry Helton, a friend of my granddad. We began to set up, Terry hid beside a power line pole …show more content…
I do not want to boast, but I have been shooting pretty much all my life. but shooting a dove? That's a different story. Around here, not even some of the most skilled marksmen can bring down these birds. After shooting about a box of shells, I noticed something. My shotgun wadding was flying behind the birds! That means I was not aiming far enough in front of the doves, they fly so fast even a shotgun can not hit them when aimed directly at them. I had to make a lead on them. Thinking to myself , I could remember Mr. Myers talking to me about this. He had said "When shooting at a dove you can't aim right at the thing. You gotta aim a little in front of them just enough so they fly into the shot, it won't ever touch them if you're just aiming right at them." So I tried out what he said. After waiting a bit for one to fly in, I had my chance . I waited for the best shot possible, I waited, and waited, then I stood up from my hide and shouldered my trusty Remington 1100, took the lucky lead the fired! a puff of white down feathers floated in the air and across the field as if it was a scene from Forest Gump. After harvesting a total of 9 delicious game, I finally got the hang of hunting