Being that I had never hunted a day in my life I had to go Hunter’s Education class. This was to make sure that I knew all the safety in’s and out’s and so I wouldn’t hurt myself or anyone else. Little did I know that I would be the oldest person taking the class by at least 15 years! Ha I felt like Happy Gilmore going back to school. I am now glad that I did it and actually learned a lot that a new hunter would not know without the course. Below is my coveted certificate, which hangs in my office at work. (As a joke because all my co-workers made fun of me being the in class with 8-9 year olds.)
With my new TWRA education I was no ready to purchase my first hunting license in the state of Mississippi. Labor Day weekend in MS is full of fun and football, but most of all its about “Lil Argentina” this is the annual Dove hunt that I spoke about in my first post. It had been raining all the day before and the morning of our hunt. So we decided to wait to purchase my license until we were in the field and could make sure we would not be rained out. The rain let up and we were in business, pretty cool I must say that you can just call an 800 number and boom you’ve got a license in MS.
There had to be at least 50 people sitting around the field just waiting for some dove to come in. Me being the eager Eddie that I am I was ready to start shooting at some birds. So in come the first set of Doves for the day to far away from me but a few people take shots and hit a few birds. Again this is my first official hunt so I’m still not 100% sure what a dove looks like flying around. So in come more doves and they are on my side, everyone is yelling (shoot!), (birds!), (get ‘em!). I let it rip first shot first hit, I’m feeling pretty good not going to lie.
So the rest of the afternoon was pretty slow and it was getting close to calling it a day. In comes probably the last set of doves for the day. I take two shot and I hit two doves. My beautiful and lovely wife sitting next to me got a little excited and yells on the right. I swing not really looking and shot but little did I know that I did not hit a dove. From across the field I hear the 8 year old boy who has been knocking them down all day say, “THAT WAS A TWEETY BIRD” and everyone proceeds to laugh. All in all I would say it was a great first hunt with friends, family, and the outdoors.



