There are days I prefer hunting alone and those when I welcome the company of an old friend. Regardless, my entire disposition and ouook toward life is much better when I have spent a day in the grouse woods.
When I was a kid we could hunt quail Oct through the end of February. One could hunt at a leisurely pace and not feel compelled to hunt every weekend or would miss out. Of course it was a lot easier when all I had to do was grab my vest and my Wingmaster and walk across the road. No 3-hour rides to get to cover.
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