The Texas sun hung low as Jake and his old hound, Duke, trekked across the open fields, their eyes scanning the horizon for mourning doves. The air was warm, and the faint cooing of doves carried on the breeze. Jake had spent weeks preparing, brushing up on spring turkey hunting tips for an upcoming trip, but today was about the doves. Duke’s ears perked as a flock took flight, their wings whistling. Jake raised his shotgun, leading the target, and fired. A single dove fell, and Duke bounded ahead to retrieve it. The duo’s teamwork made the Texas afternoon unforgettable.