Dove season opened today, and I didn't have to work for a change. I hit the woods at daylight to squirrel hunt. Found some too. I managed to miss one at about 10 yards because I couldn't get the arrow through all the brush--that's my story, and I'm sticking to it--then I sat on a log waiting at another spot, and caught movement out of the corner of my eye. A coyote was oozing along the field edge. Probably squirrel hunting too. I got a quick shot at him, and took belly hair but no meat.
Came in for lunch and a nappy, and had a visit from the DeCamp boys. They shoot Elburg bows at the club once in awhile. They want to go for Moose someplace, and we had a three hour "talkin hunt"
Took the dog out at 5PM and proceeded to shoot a mess of doves.

I'm pretty sure this is how we're supposed to live.