Good stuff Bullsprig!!
Man I really miss those days years ago when I used to bird hunt the whole countryside around here. Just me and my pointers. I think we knew the hangout of every covey in the county. Those were the good old days! There's a deep south romanticism about bird hunting, it's truly a gentlemen's sport, and man do I miss it!! What I wouldn't give to follow a good dog finding coveys of wild birds like the old day!!
I had my dad sell my dogs for me when I went into the USAF in the early 70s. Already it was starting to get harder and harder to find birds.
Nowdays, around here, I count myself lucky just to hear a single bob calling in the spring. 
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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