That’s what I almost did on Wednesday’s hunt near Camden, SC. As hot as we thought it was on the coast on Monday’s hunt, it was balmy and breezy compared to inland. Even though it only reached the mid 90’s, the heat index was at least 135*. No? Is that too high? Well, maybe I exaggerate a tad, but damn it was a hot one!

But… I have to admit… I would rather be about to monkey in the dove field than be in cool a/c at work. Am I right? Like my dad always says, “You don’t know if you don’t go.” Agreed, dude. It was hot. I missed some easy-as-pie shots. I made some “Wow, did he really just go down?” shots. You know what kind of shots I am talking about? Sometimes, the dove flies by you in such a way that you know he must be asking for you knock him down. And then you miss. Twice, no less. Where’s my automatic with the 3rd shell when I need it?! Alas, I love my over/under too much to not use it every chance I get… Then you make a ridiculously difficult shot, based on instinct, and you realize you don’t actually need that 3rd shot. Completely worth the 4 gallons of water lost because you’re sweating so badly you can’t see out of your sunglasses or remember your own name.

There I go exaggerating again. I think it’s becoming a thing I do. Oh, well. We still had a great time despite the heat. Even though only 1 hunter got his limit, we had some fantastic shots and opportunities. I ended up bagging only 6 or 7, and completely forgot to snap a photo. Still, Dixie was one tough cookie, and never lost her excitement at every retrieve.

Until next time – Happy Hunting!