Glad you get the opportunity to hunt some Kansas birds, Kenny, and thanks for taking the time to post about it and bring back some memories for me.
I grew up hunting Kansas quail with my grandfather and his buddy in the 50's and 60's. They got to know all the farmers and seldom were we turned down when asking permission to hunt, but I also remember they took some gifts to smooth the way. They knew that one guy might appreciate a bottle of whiskey and another maybe a box of chocolates for his wife. Always a thermos of hot chocolate along for me after walking the fields for a while on a cold day. Back then the hunting rig was a station wagon with the dogs in the back. Nothing like hunting those wild birds.
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