Quail and Carolinas

[Bill Murphy]

John, in the mid to late sixties, we chased quail in Charles, Prince Georges and Calvert County, Maryland. Our experience with cover was similar to yours. Even with good pointers, it was futile to go after singles. Fortunately, the next field always produced another big covey. In those days, the area was very poor, and fences were non existent. The same for plowed ground and livestock. We could walk all day over hundreds of acres without seeing cultivated ground, a fence or a cow. Every barn had deer hanging, regardless of whether it was deer season or not. Quail hunters were just as scarce.

[mobirdhunter]

Originally Posted by Bill Murphy

John, in the mid to late sixties, we chased quail in Charles, Prince Georges and Calvert County, Maryland. Our experience with cover was similar to yours. Even with good pointers, it was futile to go after singles. Fortunately, the next field always produced another big covey. In those days, the area was very poor, and fences were non existent. The same for plowed ground and livestock. We could walk all day over hundreds of acres without seeing cultivated ground, a fence or a cow. Every barn had deer hanging, regardless of whether it was deer season or not. Quail hunters were just as scarce.

Bill, I’m glad you had days like you describe. So much is gone now.

[Bill Murphy]

The quail were not the only attraction. The Aquasco Dragway was in the middle of our hunting area, slots were legal, and the bars were full of wild women, so Sundays were accounted for. At the Benedict Pier, at the Charles-Calvert County line, a double scotch was fifty cents and a seafood platter was about two fifty.

[Kentucky Bird Hunter]

Originally Posted by Bill Murphy

The quail were not the only attraction. The Aquasco Dragway was in the middle of our hunting area, slots were legal, and the bars were full of wild women, so Sundays were accounted for. At the Benedict Pier, at the Charles-Calvert County line, a double scotch was fifty cents and a seafood platter was about two fifty.

Ahh, the rewards of a mis-spent youth...... May we all live through your memoriew, Bill!!

Dave