The morning sun burned off the last traces of fog as Mark scanned the sky, his shotgun resting lightly in his hands. A sudden shift in wind sent a flock of doves veering off course—proof that weather ruled the hunt. He’d learned to adapt: on windy days, he positioned himself near sheltered fields; after rains, he sought muddy watering holes where birds gathered. Mark chuckled, recalling how his turkey hunting guide had similar advice—game always responds to the elements. A crisp breeze kicked up, and seconds later, wings whistled overhead. He raised his gun, leading the birds just right. Three shots, two doves. Another lesson in reading the skies.