I'd rather ask what an Inca dove is.......
It's a small dove-variant that came from Mexico. It's a migratory bird that is protected by the law. Killing one will get you a 250 dollar fine plus a 25 dollar restocking fee. However, I was dove hunting in West Texas on a nice lease last year, and because they were "dove", my dad said "Well sure they're ok to kill, why wouldn't they be? They're dove, and you have a dove license."
Famous last words....
You see, these things fly around in squads of hundreds of little doves (they're about the size of a Mocking bird or large songbird, much smaller than ringnecked doves) and these squadrons of doves are everywhere. They are NOT in short supply, to say the least. So here I am with my Stoger Coach gun, squatting next to a fence on a roade looking out onto a cotton patch with a tough West Texan thicket behind me. I'm bored because on that entire three-day trip I saw probably 12 Dove, and out of those I got 6.
So again, This is my first hunting trip like this and I get restless. I start blasting at them. Skip ahead about thirty minutes, and boy I'm a great shot! A pile of these doves later, I finally see a bigger bird out of the corner of my eye, flying right to me. The sun is behind it, so all I see is black outline.
A truck is coming up on me at this point. I shrug it off. There's a kid in the back, probably hunters coming out who'll be pissed because there are no more good spots.
I make a shot on this black outline of what I thought was a ringnecked dove. I pull the trigger, it falls, I'm proud, and the truck rolls down it's window.
I'm sitting there with a stupid grin on my face, the kid looks confused, and the guy in the truck looks me down and tells me, straight faced, "You know you just shot a hawk, right?"
My reaction?
"You're kidding me.... No? Awww....@)#*$)@#(*$!!!!!"
And then he sees my pile of Inca doves.
"Yep, pretty sure those are illegal too. Better get rid of them now."
YESSIR!
I didn't know the guy, he was just another guy on the lease with all of us. So I began to chunk those doves left and right. Some into the cotton patch, some into the thicket. I crawl over the fence into the thicket, track down the hawk, and made sure to hide it.
I felt two inches tall after that.