Troy is a hunter. Turkeys, dove, deer, rabbits, elk, moose, dogs, cats--EVERYTHING! So he's having a dove shoot right now behind his house. He and Tristen (his son) and a few friends are sitting together in the hot sun waiting on the poor birdies to fly over so they can kill them. Then Buck goes and retrieves them and they have to clean them. I actually ate some of those "dove's breats" and they had bullet holes all in them. Not my cup of tea. Neither is hunting. But they enjoy it so I will deal with it! They only thing I like about it is that I'm going to hang Santa hats on the mounted deer at Christmas and they'll look so cute like Rudolph!