Plus, there's no such thing as 'Dove Hunting' - It's Dove Shooting.
Which, btw, I was once an avid dove shooter...now, I feed them Black Oil Sunflower Seeds using 3 different bird feeders and wouldn't harm a feather on any of them...this is what happens when you grow older, you can't bear to kill anything any longer.
Yes, Bluejays/American Goldfinches/ (in the winter) Carolina Chickadees/Tufted Tit-Mice (ok, mouse...) even Red Bellied Woodpeckers love the sunflower seeds and a few more I've not listed.
Dove shooting at least requires decent shotgunning skills physical discomfort, squatting at the edge of a field on a 100-degree opening day.
Not quite the same as shooting a stationary deer at a feeder with 6-24 power scoped rifle off of a bench rest from a comfy blind.
Hunting quail on foot in the Cross Timbers is downright brutal. During my many years walking behind dogs, I was lucky if I caught 2 coveys out in the open during an entire 2 month season (which I hunted every weekend.) Mostly they stuck to thick stuff.
On a covey rise, you have maybe a blink of an eye to get a shot off before they escape to even thicker cover that’ll test the determination of man and dog. Wading in to 3-feet deep thickets of dead & dry greenbriar that’ll eat a pair of cotton blue jeans right off of you.
I never came close to limiting out, but loved every minute of it!