Last Saturday Bill, and his Cracker, Chris and his Clifford and Sandy, my wife and I and my dogs, Yeats and Zorro, did a lot of quail finding and very little shooting. We shot one bird and we will keep up that pace until this drought is over. It has rained and there is water in these pictures, but the drought is not over so we are being extreme conservationists. The dogs found eleven good coveys.
Yeats (the red setter) and Zorro honoring:
Yeats with the point, Cracker honoring:
Cracker with the point, Yeats and Sandy honoring, my wife with flushing and shooting duty:
My wife trying to flush a single Yeats has pointed. (It was a bit to her right.)
Clifford, Yeats and Cracker sharing a point or pointing birds spread out in thick bushes:
Sandy on point:
Cracker on point:
Two happy campers:
After the hunt, there were three happy eaters of crab, oysters and shrimp. Poor Chris is alergic so he had to eat tofu. Ha!:
I cannot get the picture of the feast to open.