Enjoy you grandsons and granddaughters. I was blessed with grandfathers and a uncle who hunted a lot and were glad to take me with them. My father hunted some, but worked full time off the farm and full time on the farm, so had little time to take me. I think they all got to take turns with me so my father made sure I got to hunt and know men who hunted with respect, not greed, for game. They taught me to enjoy a sunrise in the marsh, the excitement of the world waking up every morning and that hunting was so much more than shooting a gun. Taught me to outfox a squirrel, how to get out foxed by a black duck and so much more.
My uncle taught me to consider the quail as a previous resource which was to be protected, harvested sparingly in poor years and always leave enough seed birds to ensure good bird numbers next year. They would even leave extras, if the planting rotation for the next year was for crops not conducive for good nest success. We could take a couple extras out of a cover if the farm would have tomatoes planted next year. Quail did really well around tomatoes but not so well around corn. Six decades later I still can hear their voices explaining things as we walked, sat and hunted.
