An attorney acquaintance of mine tells of hunting quail around Athens, GA when he was in law school there. He stopped by a country store one day and met an older fellow there who owned some dogs, and they began to hunt together. Walter soon noticed what a deadly quail shot the elder fellow was and one day asked him how it was that he never seemed to miss, and always shot roosters. He said the fellow paused bit then answered "Well, I don't know. I just don't shoot until I see the bird's eye clearly". At age 70 my eyesight is still good enough that I can often see the rings, and the rotation, of a clay bird thrown off the traps, but I've never mastered focusing my vision on a flushing quail's eye to that extent.
