The first week of whitewing dove season each year, my Anglo boss and I meet several of our Mexican friends just north of the Rio Grande. The mornings and evenings are spent gathering our limit of doves. We usually spend the rest of the day hunting jackrabbits with handguns, everything from .22s to .44 Mags and .45 ACPs. Our success is usually pretty good and we used to spend the evenings eating menudo and cheek meat tacos, and boasting about our hunting prowess and handgunning skills. The last couple of years, one of our Mexican friends has been bringing his 10 year old son along, the pitcher on the local Mexican little league team. Every morning and evening he heads out into the mesquite with a pocket full of rocks, and returns a half hour later with his limit of cottontails. We don't boast much anymore about our handgunning skills.

I would bet that it would be an absolute gas to watch that. Slim