I couldn’t believe my eyes. Neither could my young, spry, and overly eager black Lab, whose long, powerful tail was fanning the matted grass next to me like a windshield wiper gone wild, his eyes locked to the cobalt-blue sky in front of us.
“Stay Buddy,” I whispered softly, as I readied my 12-gauge semi-auto in preparation for pulling up on the morning’s first mourning dove.
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