Isn't it amazing how quickly time passes? A high school friend reminded me that this Friday is the anniversary of the "most incredible dove hunt ever." We knew a cold front was coming so as soon as school was out we headed out to hunt. Didn't need to go home and change because we were already wearing jeans and boots plus the guns always stayed in our trucks (small town Texas). We made it out to the field just as the norther hit. The wind was blowing cold with dust and doves on the air. There were so many birds it felt like Argentina. It was so much fun. That was 39 years ago and I can still feel the bite of that cold air while Neal laughed into the wind. Time marches on and the seasons go by. In my memories of deer camp I still hear my little nephew saying, "Do-wah (he couldn't pronounce Dad), it is really cold in this hunting shack." Indeed it was because someone had stolen our wood-burning stove. My nephew died about a decade later but his voice still echoes after all of these years, "Do-wah, it is really cold..." I miss you, Ty. I can still see hunts with my dad, friends and family including my sons who are now in college and don't have much time right now. I go it alone now but not really. Hunting memories are good memories and I will always have them. Aren't you guys thankful for this lifestyle? I really believe it is the best life has to offer.