Dove hunting season is upon us once again. It’s one of the year’s first hunting seasons, and it happens to be my least favorite. I’m actually planning on skipping this year’s dove hunt altogether.
I know I do more than my fair share of griping on here, but dove hunting is the worst. Here are the reasons why I don’t like it:
It’s Still Hot Outside
Sure, there are other hunts that happen before it gets cool. But there’s nothing worse than getting decked out in camo and face paint and trudging around in near 100 degree temperatures. I’d rather have my feet kicked up on the back porch watching hummingbirds than be out shooting doves.
Where’s the Sport?
With ducks and geese, it’s about bringing them in with decoys and blinds. With pheasants and quail, you go after them, often with a dog, and get them up in the sky to take them. With doves, you plop down in a field and wait. And they come. And you shoot them. Yawn.
Hunting Grounds are Multi-Use
You hunt doves in crop fields (typically). And by my calendar, most farmers aren’t done with their fields at this time of the year. So you’re liable to run into a farmer–or worse a tractor. So you have to be extra careful with the shots you take. Scenarios like that make me nervous.
The Payoff is Lame
So even if you brave the heat, survive the boredom and have a successful hunt, the payoff is a disappointment. Who wants to clean and cook a dove? I like goose and pheasant. I love duck and quail. But dove? Really? Does anyone actually eat these? If you pick out the guts, the feathers, the bones and the bird shot, you’re only left with about 2 ounces of meat. It would take 5 or 6 for a single serving. I’ll stick with meatier birds.
So in my opinion, dove hunting is like the first few rounds of golf after winter. You’re excited to go because it’s good to crawl out of your den and be active. But after 12 holes and 12 lost balls, you wish you could just quit and head for the clubhouse. Dove hunting is the same way. It’s hunting, so we do it. But I don’t think anyone would skip deer hunting to go take a dove or 50.
Maybe I’m wrong. And if I am, I’m sure some of you will let me know.