In Pursuit of the Eurasian Collared Dove By Brad Trumbo The dim rays of dawn streaked through the louvered cracks of the window shade causing me to stir reluctantly. I had never been to Florida, and the increasingly annoying sound of a rough-voiced bird cooing in the tree outside was wearing on my nerves. It sounded dove-like, but I guessed it...

At Duck Camp, we live for moments—the frigid wait for the first flock, cleaning shotguns at the table, or waiting for a bass to sip that fly off the surface. These moments make up our life in the outdoors more than any number of fish in the cooler or birds harvested. And, if we’re lucky enough, they aren’t created alone. They’re made with our fa...