I can't believe I came out of the barn and that big tom was picking around my quail pen.
He was 6 feet away, dragging a beard near to the ground!
He looked at me, and then kinda skulked off like an ol' coon hound that just bred one of my setters.

I had a chuckle, but no real zest to go buy a tag.


I've actually shot Eastern's, Rio's, and Merriam's, but, they just don't fire me up. Dang birds were gobbling, waking me up at 6:30 this morning.

Last edited by ClapperZapper; 04/23/16 03:32 PM.
Out there doing it best I can.