Same day. Mike moving in on a point. Red and Ginger locked on like heat seeking missiles.
A little later he hammers one with his little 0 frame 16 Parker. Ginger made his work easy.
No country for old men. Mike huffing up the hill after a flush. (I ran up and am having to wait for him)
My Daly circa 1872 with friends. Hammer guns are very "interesting" on wild flushes. A feller sure needs a well developed sense of humor if he's going to use one on wild quail. Cylinder bores handling 1 oz of #7, just the right medicine.
