Daddy & Daughter, a Hunting Team!
Oct19

Daddy & Daughter, a Hunting Team!

There is nothing more rewarding than handing down the tradition of hunting to our children.  My 6 year old grand daughter, Gibbes is quite the young huntress.  She is a seasoned dove hunter with 3 years of experience hunting with her Daddy.  Retrieving is her speciality.  On this particular hunt, she retrieved 7 birds. She has the eyes of an eagle and carefully marks the spot where the bird lands and walks right to it.  This week she boasted that she no longer needs the ear protection as she is not afraid of the noise.  Of course, we remind her that the ear protection is also to make sure that her young ears are not affected by the loud sound.    The memories of these hunts will be fondly remembered throughout her years These hunts provide a great base for understanding what nature provides.  It helps us teach our children how important conservation is and how hunters are the primary caregivers for the wildlife.  Without our contribution,  wildlife would be unbalanced and ultimately, more species would become extinct.  It seems like yesterday when her daddy was going on dove hunts with his daddy.  They still look forward to hunting together whenever they can.  For that matter, her Mommy and I look forward to hunting ducks with them every year!   I guess you can say that we are truly a hunting family!Trippett 3, Lindsay, Trippett Jr., Maggie &  our sweet retriever for the day, Penny! Share this:FacebookTwitterPinterestGoogleRedditLike this:Like...

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I Was About to be “Skunked” at the Coveted Pear Tree Stand when Finally…
Jan07

I Was About to be “Skunked” at the Coveted Pear Tree Stand when Finally…

Experienced dove hunters go into 3rd season with not a lot of anticipation for a great hunt. Typically there are not that many birds,  and if they come in, they are fast, smart, and heavily feathered for the winter making their acrobatic maneuvers even more impressive if you could imagine that. But this past Saturday was an amazing day. The weather was perfect and members started arriving at Honey Camp Dove Club at noon.  We stood around the barrel fire excited about the cold front… 45 degrees, nice sun and cloud cover. It was time to draw for stands and finally,  I drew the coveted pear tree stand – guaranteed to be the best stand in the field!  This stand is so good if only 4 birds showed up. it would be at the pear tree. The pear tree stand could never be bought,  though many have tried! Honey Camp rules would never allow that! Nervously I anticipated the pressure I was under to hold up the high success rate other members have had at this fantastic stand especially being the the only female   full member. I was loaded up with ammo – two new boxes of Fiocchi, awesome shells I had gotten for my birthday and another box at the bottom of my dove pail.  Immediately, the doves started flying. I swore those shells had to be duds as I did not drop a bird!   I tried everything…shooting glasses on, shooting glasses off. I tried sitting down and  standing up. I dragged my dove pail here,  then there,  hoping to get the best angle.   I was humiliated as I missed each bird. I had a lot more success my first hunt of the year; what has happened? Are my contacts in backwards? My husband texted me from across the field and I had to tell him I hadn’t shot a thing. He said, “It’s ok.. a lot of people are missing. They are flying high and hard to hit”.   I felt a bit better. He reminded me to lead the bird. So I settled down and I finally shot one. Eagerly, I started after the bird and as fast as it dropped to the ground, it got up and flew! The afternoon was flying by as fast as the lead was flying. I was about to be skunked at the coveted pear tree stand when finally, I dropped one!! The bird hit the ground!   Whew I got a bird!! What a humbling hunt. But, I did have a great time being outdoors and everyone was kind to me. I took a bit of...

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Honey Camp Dove Club
Dec06

Honey Camp Dove Club

Opening Day of Dove Season could not have been any better at Honey Camp Dove Club.  We are first year members and we were welcomed graciously by this amazing group.  Being the first “full fledg ed female member” I was truly excited to be a part of this group.  There have been many females who have hunted as guests there, so the group was very happy to have me join in as these women have proved to be on their game!  After a blessing for the hunt and for the beautiful feast prepared by Dale Shelley, we took to our stands.  I did not by any stretch of the imagination limit, but I did not get skunked either.  I took home 4 birds and I was happy with that.  It was my first hunt with my new 12 gauge Benelli ultra lightweight and I was on a bit of a learning curve there for sure!  What a great time we had and Trippett did great taking home 10 birds.  Can’t wait until next week! Share this:FacebookTwitterPinterestGoogleRedditLike this:Like...

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First Dove Hunt with Her Daddy!
Sep27

First Dove Hunt with Her Daddy!

How special being outdoors with your Daddy dove hunting!!  It is never too early to experience this tradition and all that nature has to offer.  Go Daddy!  She had a wonderful experience and asked her Daddy if she could go on all the hunts!  That’s my Grandgirl!!  Before you know it, she will be hunting as well.   Share this:FacebookTwitterPinterestGoogleRedditLike this:Like...

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A Family that Hunts Together! – By Lauren Walters
Sep23

A Family that Hunts Together! – By Lauren Walters

There is no computer, no cell phone, no television, or video games. There’s only me and the 2 people that mean the most to me, my father and my son. I can’t think of a sport where you have more quality time than the sport of hunting provides. I believe that hunting is a natural desire that God put in all of us. It is survivalism in its purest form. On this day, it was a clear sky, a slight breeze, and there was plenty of sunshine. We drove the 6 wheeler with a cooler full of icy drinks in the back. Colson, my son, had to sit on my lap against his wishes. He’s getting too old (he’s 9) and way too cool for that….in public at least. We backed into the corn field…literally, we backed over corn stalks to snuggly be hidden from the doves sight. In front of us was a field of dead, black, shriveled sun flowers. In my wonderfully twisted mind, I considered taking family photos there. We got situated with twirling stools, snacks, guns, shotgun shells, sunglasses, hats, and ear plugs. Colson was in front ready to shoot some doves, and me and Daddy were behind him seated comfortably on the “Gator” which is the 6 wheeler. The sun was intense and the sweating began, but Daddy took a deep breath and propped his foot up. I knew he was in his element. He is more relaxed while hunting than any other time. What I love about dove hunting is you don’t have to be quiet. You need to be still, but not quiet. Conversations that you can have while hunting are endless. You have each others undivided attention. It is completely silent and you can talk about anything. I believe all first dates should be spent hunting! The doves started flying and the shots began. When you see a dove coming into the field you yell “mark”. This is telling everyone in the field with to “mark” the dove and the person sitting closest to it shoots. This is not to be confused with the name “Mark”. There is no one in our dove field named Mark, but if there was, everyone would want to sit with him. Dove hunting is the only hunting that holds my attention for hours. I absolutely love all the action. There is never a dull moment. The excitement and pride is immeasurable when Colson shoots a dove and he puts his gun down to run and get it. I think he more so floats to it. This excitement wont die down for days. He is absolutely...

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Mr. Grey
Sep04

Mr. Grey

Written by:   Trippett Boineau, Jr. As another dove season approaches,  I am reminded again of the day I met Mr. Grey. A good friend of mine who was taken away from us 3 years ago and far too early, had invited me to an opening day hunt with him over in Darlington, SC. He had his Boykin named Drake with him and I didn’t have a dog….at least not yet as you will soon see. We had a good southern BBQ lunch and a tray of boiled peanuts and we took off for the field around 2:00. My buddy and Drake were just down from me as we awaited the first doves of the day. He was having a bit of trouble getting his dog to sit still and I was watching the show with amusement. About that time a dove flew over and I dropped it using my wife’s 20 gauge over/under which I had never shot before but had decided to try it out this day. As I got up to go get the bird a black lab came running across the field and picked my bird up. Of course my thought was that it was someone’s else’s dog who was hunting near me and I may or may not ever see the bird again. But as the dog picked the bird up he came running straight to me and then stopped right in front of my dove stool and dropped the bird. Wow was I impressed but got even more so when this perfect retriever turned and sat down right beside me as if we had been old friends for years! I looked carefully at this black head and noticed he had a face full of grey whiskers….hence the immediate naming of this “ghost” retriever Mr. Grey. So we chat for a few minutes and soon another bird flies over and I drop that bird right out in front of us and without my saying a word my new friend and partner, Mr. Grey, goes and picks the bird up, brings it back, drops it in front of my stool, and then turns and sits down again…another perfect retrieve. Well my friends, this went on for 12 straight birds (misses not counted but not many) that Mr. Grey performed this same task to perfection.   We would have one sided conversations between retrieves but he always seemed to understand me or the look in his eye said he did. I gave him some water and patted his head and asked him a lot of questions, most of which he could not answer. After the brought...

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