We pushed our annual hunt a week later to take in opening weekend for quail and pheasant. Here is James with his first wild quail.


He had his doubts about Cocoa being able to find the one I shot, but she locked in on a small snarled thicket, then dove in.


She also retrieved James' bird (we only shot one each)




I have a few more, with some commentary to add. Need to put some guns away.

Mike

Tolerance: the abolition of absolutes

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