Dove season opened on Labor Day and the weather was hot and clear. That is always bad when hunting a public field. It means that everyone shows up. I went early and got my usual shooting spot staked out so we would have a good place to shoot without fighting with people over who shot the bird. If we do our job we kill the bird before anyone else has a chance. If we miss then they get a chance. It’s not the best spot in the field but its good for a person with my temperament who believes in succeeding or failing by your own skill. I had taken my son and daughter to the skeet range earlier in the week and let them practice being as she had not shot a shotgun in about ten years and he had not shot one in two years. This would be my daughter’s first hunting. Cynthia held her own and hit a lot of birds and killed three or four with the 20 gauge Rem 11-87. I think she was just not quite getting them centered in the pattern. I watched her hit a bird twice in a row and one of the guys back behind her finished it off. He was a nice kid who actually caught the bird in his hand as it fell and then brought it to her as if she had killed it. Clearly, she was doing a lot of things right but was just not completely on target. Phil killed maybe five or six and I might have killed four or five. I doubt anybody did much better as the doves were just not flying in the heat. For dinner tonight we had fried dove breast fillets, pan gravy, from scratch biscuits and corn on the cob. The pictures are a little scarce but I got the ones that were important to me. Training a person at the F-class range or at the skeet range is one thing but seeing them perform in the field is great.