Im wondering if some of you have experienced this. My dad taught me how to dove hunt when I was 8 years old. I enjoyed this more than anything else I ever did with him. He died 20 years ago. Since that time, I have dove hunted every season and often think of him while doing so. During a hunt several years after his death, the field was not very promising, not much flying and I found myself talking to my father asking him to come and hunt with me for a while. To enjoy what we had so long ago. A prayer if you will. A short time later the sky came alive with birds and we had one of the best dove hunts ever. Some would call it coincedence, I call it love.