Your pics bring back so many memories.
Thanks for posting.
I am not unhappy that this is not possible for me any more.
I have had my time and can be well content that stories can be shared if the pics were never taken.
Many years have passed and many hunts have become memories that are too dim to focus on. But, I can still taste the very first quail that I killed. It was with the Fox that I inherited from my great uncle. My mother fried it for me and the taste will never leave my mind.
A picture is in my mind and if you sit back and imagine a kid, skinny and wearing wire rimmed glasses,with a lovely, graceful 16 gauge A H Fox in hand, you can see me in dungarees walking in Green's field. The birds flushed and I mounted, chose my shot and fired.
One bird that day, as it was late, and a butt cutting was in order if I was not home soon. Supper was at six sharp.
It is my sincere hope that one more kid has that wonderful experience.
One more kid's being able to tell such a story will make so much difference.
Take one hunting. Work hard to insure that he will be able to. Be able to have such a memory when the times afield are past.
Best,
John

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