Same here. My dad and I bird hunting all over this county on Saturday mornings. Wait till about 9 or 9:30 to head out to give the birds time to lay scent and feed a bit. Hunt till around 3 or so, and finding 8 to 14 coveys was common. As a teenager I loved shooting singles in the woods (challenge) but dad frowned on it so when I was with him I refrained. He didn't cotton to hitting a covey too hard. Get what you could on the rise and move on. Dad knew everyone in the county it seemed so we were always welcomed to hunt their farms. Some people had one rule, "Kill all the birds you want, but don't shoot my rabbits." But Dad wouldn't shoot a rabbit over his pointers anyway. And if anyone else did they wouldn't hunt behind his dogs again. I joined the USAF in '71 and I called dad from Lackland when I went into PJ Indoc and told him to sell my pointer. By then it had gotten so hard to find birds dad had quit hunting and bass fished winter and summer. And I knew it would be a while before I got back because "Superman School" was 18 months if I survived the 10 weeks of Indoc.
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