A group of friends and I just got back from quail hunting in Camilla, GA. It started out pretty warm and dry but an evening rain cooled things off nicely for our last day.

That country just gets into your pores. Somehow it feels like open country even though you can never see more than a few hundred yards. It just asks you to keep walking and looking for birds.

Here are some shots of the coverts we spent time in:













Such a long, long time to be gone, and a short time to be there.