McKean Minute: The Old Green Tailgate

Man, do we have some doves this year, piles of them roosting in roadside trees and feeding in the recently harvested wheat and lentil fields just outside town. So, after I got thoroughly skunked on my first prairie grouse hunt of the year, I sought—and found—sweet consolation in a quick limit of fleet doves.

I could have taken my bounty into the house and cleaned all those birds on the counter. Or I could have used a workbench in the barn. But instead, I turned to only of my oldest friends and most reliable horizontal surfaces in my world: the battered tailgate of my 1994 Toyota pickup.

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