Once upon a time, a Prince asked a beautiful Princess,
"Will you marry me?"
The Princess immediately said, "No!"
…and the Prince lived happily ever after, and rode motorcycles
and dated thin, long-legged, full-breasted women, and hunted
and fished and raced cars, and went to [censored] bars and dated
ladies half his age and drank whiskey and beer and never heard
bitching and never paid child support or alimony, and dated
cheerleaders and kept his house and guns, and ate spam and
potato chips and beans, and blew enormous farts, and never got
cheated on while he was at work, and all his friends and family
thought he was friggin cool as hell, and he had tons of money in
the bank, and left the toilet seat up.
I told you it was a fairy tale.
Quail hunting is like walking into, and out of a beautiful painting all day long. Gene Hill