This year we gathered around an idle oil well. One of my friends is a pumper (that’s an oil-well maintenance man) and spends a lot of time checking the area well. As a result, he knows all of the dove hotspots and secures permission for the best. This particular one had a small puddle that had been holding a ton of doves for the past month. Of course, last week the pond finally dried up, but undeterred, one of the younger members of our groups trucked in a few thousand gallons of water over the course of the last week. On Tuesday, there was enough water standing that the doves trickled in for a drink before dark. Though we didn’t shoot our limit, we got enough to split a good meal among the four of us.