I was in a field of dried-up sunflowers that a buddy of mine had shredded rows in. Most of the guys, I hunted with got limits also. I did'nt feel so bad about not getting my limit because as I was leaving, I ran into another guy that had permission to hunt the place and he had a pile of empty shells(had to be almost half a case worth) and 3 doves that he was very proud of. I seen him later on that afternoon, and with a smile on his face, he said he was heading back to the same place to try and get his limit. This old feller was really enjoying himself and I guess that is what it all boils down to.
