Quail Hunting: A Hunt to Remember
I remember well the days of old when there was heavy frost in November and
still enough Bobwhite Quail to stumble upon a covey while walking the woods in
search of deer or squirrels. I remember, many times as a youngster, nearly jumping
out of my boots as a large covey exploded around me. Those were the days.
I was thirteen when my cousin Tommy and his wife Wilma invited me to live
with them in Lynchburg Tennessee. It was there that I developed a passion for the
outdoors that lives and grows stronger everyday. Tommy was well known in the area
for training bird dogs. He really enjoyed training the culls that seemed un-trainable.
Needless to say I followed many dogs many miles along bean fields and creek
bottoms. Some dogs did all right some not so well but the great part ...
