Argentina 2013: A Wonderful Hunt and Fantastic Vacation: Day 5. Part 2

by david on August 19, 2013

As the day got brighter, the doves got thicker.  At times it seemed the sky turned black with doves.  If you have ever noticed the black cloud of a fast-approaching thunderstorm, the appearance is similar.  They are both dark and swirling ever-changing shapes as they get closer.  The only difference is when the doves get close, you can see light between them.  As more birds took flight, the more difficult the shooting became.  There were simply too many targets in the air at one time.  At any one moment in time there were probably 1,000 doves plus within the range of my shotgun.  The closest thing I can think of to describe it is if someone took a double handful of small gravel and lobbed it in your direction, and then you had to pick out a single piece and catch it.  The groups were constantly moving, zigging and zagging; they seemed to always be somewhere else the moment you pulled the trigger.

I do not really remember how long or how many shells it took before I decided the strategy that served me well at first light was no longer working and I needed to do something else.  I tried picking out one bird some 50-60 yards off that looked like it might be coming my way and follow it in.  This worked well enough when the birds actually made it all the way to me.  If I was able to watch one bird all the way in, I could almost always connect with a shot.  It was the picking out of just one bird in a group of two hundred, as they winged by at a leisurely 50mph that gave me a problem.




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