Dove hunts in flip-flops

“The South smells of red cedar and red dirt… She tastes of Gulf shrimp and coarse-ground grits. She sounds like shotshells at a Saturday dove shoot and is seen through live oak boughs draped with Spanish moss. The South moves slowly enough to be known.” – Flip Pallot In the South two things come to mind this time of year: it’s almost college football season—and dove season. To me, these things are…