Dove Season 2016

For many Texans, myself included, several months of the year are spent tapping our fingers in fidgety anticipation.  Hours are spent thumbing through books, magazines and catalogues looking for a small fix that will temporarily satisfy our craving.  It never works.  By the end of summer, most of us can be found sitting on the floor amongst a pile of scattered gear, twitching and mumbling to ourselves unintelligibly.  Then all of a sudden it happens.  It crept up on us like a stalking jaguar while we were in our dazed stupor.  It’s here.  It’s finally hunting season.


September 1st is better than Christmas in my book.  From then through January, most of my spare time will be spent afield.  Dove season begins this glorious progression.  It is soon followed by quail, whitetail deer, turkey and my personal favorite mule deer season.

The quality of dove hunting in Texas usually ranges from good to fantastic, especially in the Western and Southern parts of the state.  Find an area abundant with native sunflowers, that has a stock pond or other water source and there will be dove.  The best time to hunt them is in the evening when they come to water and roost in the larger trees near water.


After giving my gear selection a once over to make sure I wasn’t missing anything, I quickly threw everything in my Jeep for the roughly 500 mile drive to a family ranch near Snyder, TX.  I arrived just in time for the evening hunt.  I’m no weatherman but I know of one meteorological phenomena that occurs every year without fail.  In a dry area of the state that only averages 12 inches of rainfall per year, it will come an absolute downpour opening week of dove season.  Every year, it never fails to rain hard enough to leave standing water all over the place and screw up the idea of pass shooting around a pond while the birds come to water.  This year was no exception.


I had barely put my game bag on when it started pouring.  There was sunshine on all sides of the big, dark cloud hovering above me. “Figures”, I thought as I sat down to enjoy a refreshing adult beverage and wait out the storm.  An hour or so later, I found myself sliding all over a muddy two track road toward the spot I had chosen.  Normally an excellent place beside a pond surrounded by sunflowers, mesquite and hackberry trees, I knew it wouldn’t be very productive after a rain like that.  I hadn’t traveled 500 miles one way to sit at the house though.


It was a pleasant evening spent listening to bullfrogs and coyotes, enjoying the sunset and waiting for passing birds.  Only four singles flew within range and I managed to down all four birds.  I was impressed with myself.  I fancy myself a savvy shotgunner with some justification.  I can regularly break above 90% on the local clays course and 95% is a fairly common occurrence.  As I type this, the shelf behind me is littered with trophies and plaques as testament to my claim.  In my case, that all goes out the window when bird hunting.  They don’t fly straight like clays and have an annoying habit of flying by when I’m not paying attention.  They should be ashamed of themselves.


The next day showed more promise.  The standing water had dried up for the most part and I had high hopes for the next few days.  I spent the day running around working on other hunting equipment and getting things set up for deer season.  Along the way, I ran across a big Western Diamondback.  I normally leave snakes alone as they do a lot of good in controlling rodent populations but I’ve had my eye out for a big one who’s skin I wanted for a project and this one would do nicely.  On the off chance that one of you has never ridden a few miles on a 4-wheeler with a wriggling, headless rattlesnake smacking you in the butt with his tail, let me just say it’s a little unnerving.


That evening, I filled my canteen with a little something to keep off the chill and stave off boredom in the event the birds weren’t flying again.  I went back to the spot I had been the previous evening.  There was very little action until just before dark, by which time my canteen was getting low.  I’m sure that had nothing to do with the fact that I had apparently exhausted my supply of wingshooting prowess the day before.  The few birds I hit we’re purely by accident I can assure you.  Some day’s you’ve got it and some days you don’t.  I did not have it on this day.  I ended the hunt that evening with 4 or 5 birds.  I had botched several more attempts by not paying attention and/or shooting poorly.   There were a few more birds flying than there were the evening before but still considerably less than normal.


All the conditions seemed perfect this year for an excellent early dove season.  Stock tanks are full and sunflowers are abundant but birds are few and far between.  I’ve heard rumors of the migration starting early this year.  I’m not sure if that’s the problem or all the rain we’ve had this year across the state has scattered the birds.  Whatever the case, most of the people I’ve talked to had a similar opening weekend.  Hopefully things will improve as the migratory birds start pouring in.


Let’s also hope the hunting gods have gotten the shenanigans out of their system and will send some better weather this way for the rest of the season.

I wouldn’t bet on it.


How many lumens do you need?

Photo Courtesy of Campco Photos
Photo Courtesy of Campco Photos

While browsing the aisles of a local sporting goods store yesterday, I was reminded of a growing and ridiculous trend in flashlights, headlamps and other personal lighting devices. “Why would you spend that on a flashlight?” a woman said to her partner.  “Because it’s got 300 lumens.  I need all the lumens I can get for hunting season this year”,  the misguided man retorted.  I pretended to look at something close to them and giggled to myself as he explained the 5 different strobe settings, 3 different color lights and all the other whiz bang features that would obviously not have anything to do with his hunting success.

The trend in question here is the use of high powered tactical lights in the great outdoors. Lets face it.  Anything labeled “Tactical” is going to sell nowadays. We all have overweight, middle aged buddies who sit on their tactical couch every night, playing with their tactical gear, stuffing their face with tactical food, drinking tactical beer and thinking of what they will do if they ever get into a tactical situation. It’s silly but true.

For those unfamiliar with the design, I’ll describe.  They are small, very high powered flashlights that can be handheld or weapon mounted.  They use a type of Cree LED bulb that puts out a much brighter light than traditional models.  They’re designed to illuminate a target for fast acquisition and momentarily disorient the target with the ultra bright beam or a series of rapid strobes that some models feature. Most feature some sort of sharp scalloping on the edge for use as a hand to hand weapon.  Current models range from 200-800 Lumens, which is a measure of light by the way.  In a defensive (or offensive for that matter) scenario, they might serve admirably but…

These high performance units come at a substantial cost and have many other downsides for general outdoors use.  It’s not uncommon to see the latest, greatest models sell for $250-$400.  The high powered LED system drains batteries like The Energizer Vampire when used on any but their lowest settings.  CR-123a batteries are considerably more expensive than their AA or AAA counterparts.  Most models don’t dim when the battery is getting low, going directly from bright to off.  Changing modes / programming involves an annoying and confusing series of taps on the switch and the scalloped edges hang on everything they touch and tear up your pack.

I fell victim to this craze a few years ago.  It didn’t take long for me to learn my lesson on a Whitetail hunt in Central Texas.  Driving from my stand to pick up a buddy for the ride back to camp, I received a text message that he had arrowed a nice one just before dark. We entered the woods with our fancy new lightsabers to retrieve his prize.  Every tick and blade of grass was illuminated as if it was daylight… for a little while.   It was a long tracking job and his light died an hour into it.  Mine had fresh batteries and held up a little longer but not long enough.  By the time both lights died, we were closer to camp than we were the truck.  It was a brutal walk to camp in the dark to retrieve batteries and extra lights.  We were a bloody mess from fighting a losing battle with the thorny vines inhabiting that region of the state.  Those terrible thorns could have easily been avoided if we were able to see them before walking into them.

For my money, I’ll stick to more reasonable (in both light output and price) models.  My personal favorites being the AA Mini Maglite series.  At 97 max lumens, they put out plenty of light for anything I’ve ever needed and 11 hours of burn time on high (32 hours on low) is good insurance that you won’t be walking home in the dark.

P.S.  Bring a few spare batteries… just in case.