I'd saddle up my Tenn. walker and run a brace of pointers (or setters) through the south Georgia piney woods and along the fence rows in between. From 9 am till about noon we'd find 10 or so bevy of quail. Wouldn't bother with the singles. After a nice bit of lunch and a snooze, I'd hit it again around 2 pm and hunt till dusk. Another 10 bevy and it would be time to kick my feet up and sip a little Makers Mark. That's what I'd do. John Davis
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