The frost was still on the pumpkin when we started. Yeats went left and cracker took a wrong turn. A single got up in front of Yeats and hit the ground with one shot. We started hunting dead with the guns down and the remainder of the covey got up. That happened more than once yesterday. Here's Yeats;
We looked around and found Cracker pointing another covey. The covey flushed while she was still on point. Here's Cracker;
Cracker went on to point 3 more coveys before I picked her up. ET wanted to go left but Beckett went right and pointed. HE kept that up for 3 more coveys. Here's one of them with Mark shooting. He even pointed a snipe which led Scott and his brother Mark on a little snipe hunt, until ET told us the season was out.
That was 9 coveys in the south pasture. Yeats took over after that. I got hungry and ET was to the rescue. He brought 6 dozen oysters, shrimp, salad, pecan pie and I don't know what all. You can see for yourself;
The gunners were Mark and Scott. Here you go. The cowboy in the middle is ET1;
Quail hunting is like walking into, and out of a beautiful painting all day long. Gene Hill