I have hunted (shot) the preserve described by Tom Flanigan for many years, including the 1960's when wild quail were a closely guarded secret. To be honest, Tom and I gunned "wild" quail there not too long ago. A couple of years ago, a friend and I situated ourselves in a shady area on the fringe of the main field. Our compatriots in the sun baked center of the field were phenomenal shots and killed dozens of birds while we killed one. I have killed hundreds of birds over the years and did not begrudge the young guns in the middle of the field shooting their autoloaders? No way. It was very entertaining to see that today's young shooters know which end of the gun the shot comes out. I may be on a walker, but I will probably be in that field September 1, unless I get a better invitation. My first hunting license was my Pennsylvania resident license #434, issued at the State Capital office in Harrisburg in 1958. I should have showed up earlier to get a lower number.
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