That sounds like a great trip. I’ve always wanted to go out west to hunt.
It’s a travesty what happened to the Bobwhite Quail across the southeast.
I grew up hunting quail in soybean fields and coveys by the dozens. It was all but gone by my mid teens.
I love to watch my pointers work in a covey of birds. Nothing beats hunting behind some well trained dogs. They are true masters of their craft.


"I didn’t mean to kill nobody, I just meant to shoot him once in the head and two times in the chest. Him dying was between he and the Lord."
Legendary bluesman R.L. Burnside