I grew up in, and still live in East Texas. We still had a few birds here when I was a kid in the 70's and 80's. My dad and uncle talked about the good old days, and my uncle always had a dog I could borrow. I got my first pup in about 1990. Had just enough birds left to get her started. Had access to 500 acres in Henrietta with lots of birds and she made a bird dog in one weekend. Ended up building a kennel at my parents place and ultimately had 4 pointers and a setter. I can honestly say that over the next 5 or 6 years I had some of the best times of my life bird hunting with my dad and best friend. The road trips, hotels, eating at restaurants, and of course the hunting. During the past 15 or so years, my career and family have dominated my life. Couple that with the scarce quail population, and I had all but completely removed myself from the sport. This spring, in preparation for building a house, my wife and I sold our house (more quickly than we expected). My dad passed away about 3,years ago so my mother asked us (me, wife, and 3 kids) to move back in with her until our house is completed.
After hearing such good things about quail numbers this year I made myself a promise that I would reclaim my passion. I have a 14 year old son who has never seen a quail, with whom I want desperately to share my passion. I bit the bullet, sold some guns, and bought a trained dog. Gonna look at another one next week. I spent all day today cleaning 15 years of neglect and grime out of my kennels. I put my new dog in them. First dog that's been in them since about 1997. I ordered my son some briar britches and a game vest. I bought a case of #8 20 ga. Shells I borrowed a 2 hole dog box. I've got motel reservations in the Oklahoma panhandle for opening weekend. I'm leaving work Friday at noon and picking my son up from school, and we are gonna take a road trip bird hunt!!!!! EXCITED BEYOND MEASURE!!!!!!