grew up in the fifties, huntin quail in florida...
back then, dint need no dog...
my trusty stevens 94 410 wid cut off barrel, did the job...
but hit shore would have been nice to have had ah doublegon...
all one had to do to kill ah mess o quail was to walk the rows in an orange grove about sun down an watch fur these little birds to begin to form their covies for their evening dusting and socializations...
now, lot of the groves are gone and the land repurposed for retirement home developments and is some cases with entire new towns created, with their own post offices an such...
meantime, while the retirees were movin in, so were the others predators...
like the coyotes movin east...
more hawks an owls than ever before...
more kittens gone feral...
and then, there are the turkeys...
only quail left now in much of the country east of the mississippi are stocked birds put out for well to do bird shooters...
Last edited by ed good; 08/08/23 01:30 PM.
