Early in the season, I met up with a few fellows from the plant I worked at for 26 years, and had an unbelievably good hunt in a comparatively small pasture. We found and pointed coveys all day long. Never did figure out what is in that pasture that attracted bobwhite like it did. I mean this is a GREAT year, but I've never seen bird densities like that!
Now comes late January. Same guys meet me for another hunt in the same pasture. As I pulled thru the gate, the person helping me that day remarked " This is the place? Gary, there is no cover!" The place had been overgrazed and except for the abundant mesquite sprouts and cactus, resembled a gigantic pool table. Was it a bust? Oh yeah!
The aforementioned helper happened to know a person with some farm property where fencerows and a creek turned the afternoon into what could only be described as stellar.
He walked away with the entire tip that evening. He earned every penny of it.