.........a white-wing dove flew up and landed on my head. Scared the daylights out of me. I hung out with the dove for about an hour until dark. Heck, I even talked to it. When I came in, it was on the front porch.
The bad thing: I am a dove hunter. I may not ever be able to shoot another one for as long as I live. Oh well, there are always clay birds to shoot.
DL
The bad thing: I am a dove hunter. I may not ever be able to shoot another one for as long as I live. Oh well, there are always clay birds to shoot.
DL