I really miss the call of ole Gentleman Bob..your posting reminded me of my home in Alabama where quail were just refered to as "birds" an everyone knew what you were talking about.I was fortunate to be a boy and young man when birds were plentiful and seasons were long.I hunted off of a mule drawn wagon with my dad and uncles.I was in charge of the dogs untill my 12th birthday ..thats when I moved to the front wagon.Shot my first flushing bird with a 20ga model 21 that my Uncle Charlie gave me (shot some others with a 410 Stevens before but they were in trees).
I woke up many a morning to the call of a lonesome cock bird looking for company...miss those days so much..still have memories...
Thanks,
Bill
