September 1st means one thing in the south...opening day of Dove Season. It's a southern tradition full of good times, great stories, and timeless memories. Having been in the northwest, it's been 4 years since the last time I dove hunted. My little boy, Aidan, was with me and he played the role of bird boy for me at that time. This year, however, he was a little anxious to spend some time on the trigger for himself. While the action wasn't exactly hot, we did manage to burn up some shells and Aidan knocked down a bird for the bag. He was pumped. And his little brother, Easton, got to be bird boy this year and retrieve birds for his dad and big brother. Good times!