Lucas felt the cool morning air as he stepped into the dove fields, his uncle walking beside him. The scent of damp earth and cut grain filled the air, a familiar sign that the birds would soon take flight. He watched the horizon, waiting for the first doves to appear, their wings cutting through the golden sunrise. As they settled into position, his uncle shared stories about the best dove hunting spots in Texas, places where generations of hunters had gathered. Lucas gripped his shotgun, took a steady breath, and fired. As the dove fell, he felt tradition come alive.
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