The answer for me is similar to visit to Baskin Robbins with the kids... all great choices, none bad.
The last few seasons though, I would say the Mearns quail. With a covey of 8-12 birds that hold like no other, and literally explode unseen at your feet as you walk in, like bees from a nest, dodging and darting for the typically tight cover. Living in a land of knee high golden grasses and rolling hills of oaks. Beautiful, and unexpected, on the northern border of Old Mexico. It's close and fast....and heartstopping!
January and Februarys at 60 degrees are a treat after the cold northern snows for both the hunter and the dogs!
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