Love it! I can relate to so much of your experience. Miss a few and start looking at the gun. I think we all do it from time to time. Certain to bring on a fit of talking to myself with a degrading manner
I once upon a time could find my way around Clark and Union counties in the Hawkeye, and quail seemed a bit thin late "90 when compared to a decade earlier. But your photos take me back to some of those draws of mixed growth the plow wasn't risked and quail would make a living.