Many years ago I was invited to hunt quail on a private plantation. They were proud of not releasing birds, so you were hunting truly wild birds. They only hunted 1 or 2 days a week to give the birds a chance to rest. Being a Yankee my reward was the biggest damn horse I had ever seen. Juts getting on and off was a challenge. We always dismounted and walked in on the pointed birds. Their pointers also retrieved so there were only English pointers in the field and they changed them out fairly often. I believe we only shot the covey rise and left the singles. It was a thrill.
A friend who has passed hunted sharptails in the Sandhills of Neb via horseback. It was all good until while resting the dogs and getting water his horse banged into another one and crushed the stock of his English Best Sidelock
Last edited by Nitrah; 09/11/24 03:36 PM.
