My dad was the best shot on doves that I have ever seen. He grew up on a farm near Buena Vista, GA. He and his brothers shared an old Belgian clunker hammer double growing up. They would flip a coin to see who shot first. If the first one eventually missed a shot they would have to hand it over to the next one until he missed. They would carry the gun to school on the bus and walk home hunting on the way (This was in the 30's). By the time I came along Daddy shot a 12 ga. Remington 1100 26" barrel IMP CYL for doves. He always took 4 boxes of shells. One cold late season day with the wind howling I saw him kill 98 with that 4 boxes. Many of his shots were birds that others had passed up because they were too tall. I was his retriever in those days (about 7 years old). He was a pretty good skeet shot as well- shooting on a civilian team from Ft. Benning. Unfortunately he suffered a stroke in 1969 that left his right arm paralyzed and that ended most of his shooting.
