By Jelly Cocanougher
With fall approaching and summer nearly ending, there could not have been better ingredients to the recipe of opening day.
The illuminated birds broadcast above as they follow the morning and evening ritual of the sun. Huntsmen hiding in the brush and against trees waiting to harvest dove to be eaten as the hours of darkness awaited festivities. Generations together, handing down the skillset of a mindful predator. The cook camp sets atop a small hill in the midst of a freshly rained out pasture line by tress.