Dove Hunting

An Afternoon hunt

Hunting dove down on the backroad,
way on back only the rancher knows,
he doesn’t care so we wait for a flight,
12 gauges ready to start our plight.

Ring necks, white wings, and mournings are game,
chichi birds make us swing all the same,
listening for the whistle and the beat of the wing,
one of us today will win the brass ring.

Limiting out is what we’re hoping for
but if not, you couldn’t hope for more,
outside with friends and family alike,
kids getting bored, gone on a hike.

Men at the truck with cold Coors Light,
relaxing outdoors, no one’s uptight,
suns getting low, they are about to fly,
here they come, hear the wings sigh.

Draw a bead and a lead and fire away,
one bird down, for more we pray,
birds on the tailgate at the end of the fight,
get em’ all clean before the black of the night.