Friday, July 22, 2011
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Years ago, my father and uncle would walk out their front door, head down the creek and hunt ducks, quail or some other game. Before then, people depended on fish and game to help feed the family. Even today, I see folks with cane poles lined up at the river to catch a meal, and I hear about families depending on squirrel hunts to provide food. My father actually justified the purchase of a nice Browning shotgun by telling my mother that he would be putting meat on the table.
But times have changed since then, and fishing and hunting is a sport rather than a necessity. We no longer kill game, rather we “harvest.” We spare no expense in this recreation, spending money on top dollar guns, clothes, gear and anything else we think we need or would help us in the field. I recently took a look at what I’ve spent planting the dove field and getting it ready to hunt, and I wonder what the costs per dove will actually be.
When I was in college, I took a recreation economics class, and I remember the professor saying something about including a person’s time in the models to determine how much a trip is worth to the person. So, trying to remember the concepts the professor taught, I set out to estimate the value of this dove field to me.
Let’s see, I’m lucky and there isn’t any cost for the land, but there is the cost of fertilizer
and seed, and weed kill;
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
A little over a week ago, Johnny, his son George, Sydnie and I met at the fields to plant a couple of quail plots. Afterwards, we shot a few clay pigeons. George was on, I was off and for some stands, way off. I need a lot of time on target before the seasons start. Even so, I do have some bragging to do.
A couple of years ago, some friends of ours visited us from out of town. Jay is a golf pro, so I took a day off work and arranged for us to play a new course in the area. I don’t golf and I didn’t learn much, but I did take Jay’s advice on bragging. When a golfer returns and someone asks how he did, the answer is always a brief mention of what he did best. Jay got a birdie on the fourth hole, I one putted the 8th green. Get the picture?
|Who Shot That Bird?|
OK, enough bragging. I’m sure my streak will end on the first dove hunt this season. I’ll need a lot of time on targets this summer in preparation for that hunt.
Friday, July 8, 2011
I know floods have devastated parts of the country and the folks affected by these floods don’t want to see any rain, but in Georgia a drought over the past few months has ruined lawns, crops and the Dove Field. Finally, the rain has started to fall here, but when I go to the radar on the internet, it seems as if there is a black hole around Johnny’s land. Storms approach only to break apart just before they reach the Dove Field I’ve planted. It seems there is a black hole above the field sucking all the moisture out of any cloud that could provide the much needed water.
|First view, things are progressing nicely|
|Sydnie standing next to a thick patch of Millet|
|Rain is a good thing and has made everyone happy.|