There were a lot of doves, my shooting got better, and after an hour and a half I was down to my last bird. It came floating in, completely unaware of me lurking in the sunflowers, a perfect bird to end on. I wanted to be extra sure so I ignored all that good advice I have written and mounted the gun and tracked the dove all the way in, thinking about what a perfect, easy, even unmissable shot it was. And, of course, I was thinking about that, and about being done (target shooters call this “going into the future”), and not about making the shot. As it was, I got to practice emptying my pump gun as the dove flew away.