Wild Quail
Five minutes ago I stood on my front porch and watched a covey of quail run single file from the trees on one side of the driveway and into the trees on the other side. I counted 14 birds. Man that felt good. That was better than an orgasm!
I've only seen one covey in the upstate in maybe 10 years until today. That one was on Smallwater's farm in Epworth a few years ago. My 18 year old grandson was with us and the first words out of his mouth were, "What kind of birds were those?" 18 years old and been hunting squirrels, doves, ducks, turkeys and deer since he was 6 and had never seen a wild covey flush. How sad is that?
The Elites don't fear the tall nails, government possesses both the will and the means to crush those folks. What the Elites do fear (or should fear) are the quiet men and women, with low profiles, hard hearts, long memories, and detailed target folders for action as they choose.
"I here repeat, & would willingly proclaim, my unmitigated hatred to Yankee rule—to all political, social and business connections with Yankees, & to the perfidious, malignant, & vile Yankee race."
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