I guess the lord truly blessed me. I got to hunt southern quail when the birds were plentiful and land open. We have family land in the quail capital county of the world, Bullock County, AL. I've had a little English Setter that was truly a great bird dog with more heart than a hunter could ever want. She was 6 weeks old when she came to me and 16 years old when she left. I wait for the day we will hunt together again and miss her everyday till then. I also have a wife who puts up with my need to hear the bird rise one more time. Today my wild bird hunts are only pheasants in ND, but its on private lands owned by friends who come south to fish the gulf with me and allow me to walk behind their dogs up there. They are much younger than I, but I see the same love of the sport that I grew up with. When the lord calls me to different covers I hope the birds hold well for the dogs. God Bless the birds, dogs, those who love them both, and the women who put up with us and our "too many" guns.
Last edited by Bill D; 06/02/13 09:12 AM.
