Finally got around to deciding which was my favorite pic this past season.....one of those soft September afternoons at our pond when the mourners were flocking to the mojo decoys with abandon. One of those times when I was holding my mouth right, the moon was in the correct phase, angels were smiling and I undoubtedly kept my head down and the barrels moving. Nice workout for the 21 16 gauge. I'm probably prejudiced, but I'd rather shoot(at?) Texas doves swarming a waterhole than any other game bird.