My decoy spread, offset slightly to my left, lit up like little gray beacons as the morning sun cast its golden glow. A light breeze kicked up, spurred by the sunrays piercing the cool air of early ...

Last year on opening day of dove season, I drove to the edge of a sunflower field, opened up the back of my SUV and pulled out a Mojo spinning-wing dove decoy. It took less than two minutes to ...

The dove crossing the field suddenly banked left and began a long, smooth, gradual decline. When it reached about 8 to 10 feet above the ground, it began back pedaling. When the hunter shot it, the ...