Doves

 

El Paso, TX

It’s 4:30 am and I begin to rub my eyes five minutes before the alarm sounds. I quickly get up excited for a mourning dove┬áhunt. The coffee is black ready to go. I pour my first cup and dispense the rest in my thermos. I suit up in my realtree camo and pack my cooler full of snacks. My shotgun is oiled, packed in my truck. I’m ready to go.

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